A passion

According to human psychology, people only use half of their brains capacity or potential. Laying in the dark at night, my mind expands to every corner of my room, ideas flying at me like bullets. Plan after story after revelation, etc ambushing my mind as time ticks away. And while I know I should be sleeping, i feel this is the one time I can truly challenge that idea of their being a limit to our brains. I feel like I can change the world. Drawing castles in my world of intertwined fantasies and realities my finally heavy eyelids win over my stubborn pursuit of a night to parallel the day. Falling deep into slumber, what I dream can only be called such...dreams. The complete absence of normality. I feel slumber is the only place where dreams in there own light become reality. As children we protested about having a nap because as we thought, the adults didn't have to do it so why should we? I feel the real and underlying reason as to why we felt we didn't need to is because we didn't need to be reminded of our hopes and dreams as they were already vivid in our imagination. As we became teenagers however we realised that the world around us was slowly sucking them away. Some just accepted that fact and did what some would call growing up too fast. Nonetheless they still hold on to sleep. Others however refused to accept and held on to the dreams and the hopes, in the process being called childish and unrealistic. They are the ones who like children do not need to sleep but as the world constantly puts pressure on them they have no choice but to use that as a constant reminder of a fantasy that is not to far fetched.

Awaking from our nights rest, if we succeed in getting some, we feel happy. Some would call it false hope. But it is hope nonetheless. Everyone wakes up a different way. Some people have that first twinge of happiness continue for most the day, while others it only lasts seconds as the reality of their world, their real world sets in. Mine is always a surprise. Some mornings the sun will be smiling happily on my family, but once I rise shouts from the kitchen shroud the inside of our house with darkness. Other mornings I will stare outside at the cold and foreboding sky and trundle down stairs only to see my family huddled under a blanket eating popcorn and watching a movie, all smiling brighter than any sun. The mornings have the most impact of the day. Whatever happens between 7-10 can change a whole day or even a whole week. That's probably another reason why breakfast is the most important meal of the day. The emotions that are conveyed by others in that short period of time can be one of the strongest forces over a person, I believe.

Emotions are funny things really. We hate them but we love them. We fight them and embrace them. We feel sorry for those who have almost a complete absence of emotions but we also wish at times to be them. We need them, that is indisputable. But why? It's better than being robots however. To constantly drone through a day, seeing others destroyed on the street and not noticing... not even caring. To look into the eyes of another and walk on as if nothing had happened. To not feel special connections to people. To not have a true family. To not create memories. And to not care about not caring, living by the motto you can't miss what you never had. That I feel would be way worse. Society in a way is creating a world like that. I am considered ignorant, stupid, delusional, odd, crazy... because I speak out. My ideas. My hopes. My dreams. They are the same as everyone else's, but they are still considered a threat to society or existence as they delve too deep and are considered impossible to most of humankind. There still are those who dream like I said before. But they are numbered. This is sadly a fact. Our dreams are possible but very few see it. Or accept it. They go along with the notions of life, never dreaming, choosing not to dream, of the next day let alone the future. Like robots they plod along working in a system from nine to five just to do it all again the next day until eternity. Accepting it as normality. An almost non existent heart beats from them all, connecting them to one mainframe consisting of metal, rusted cogs that have turned for centuries. And for some reason no one has given up. If you are able to break free you are pelted with labels and thrown into the scrap heap. Closing the door on you. A malfunction in their shaded eyes.

Heavy topics like war, mental illnesses, poverty, disasters... you notice these things, but do you really heed them? Or do you even care? Normal human rights and necessities are considered a privilege. We all remember someone saying to us in our lives if we wasted food that there were children in Africa that would be happy to get even those scraps and not to waste it. And to consider ourselves lucky that we had food. Meanwhile there is literally a huge issue with obesity. No pun intended. The fact that there are simultaneous epidemics such as these is uncanny. Things like this never get much publicity however. People hiding behind their computer screens may share and like this perhaps but nothing more will happen. No voice will speak out. No voice will shout from the rooftops screaming imperfection and impending doom as a person who does that would be taken to a therapist for treatment as no one wants to believe that what they are saying is true. No one will shout for the fear of the labels and the scrap heap. No one will shout for the knowledge that in this moment it doesn't affect them personally. No one will shout because this future or this society doesn't ask anything of them today. It only asks for compliance. But what future is there really to be had?

We send our children to school saying that this generation will create the future. And you give this responsibility to the children why? Because you are too lazy to do it yourself. We do nothing to help that future happen. The supposed future is being taught the same things as the past. They are told that a coloured bubble determines their lives. So many have pressure to choose the right answer they shade in the wrong bubble in their life and this darkness overshadows all who knew them. However you keep the rusted cogs running in your mind saying oh that's a shame and moving on. And because I feel emotions you tell me to get over it and move on. You tell me to accept it. But because i don't and I try to destroy the factory you come for me and try to throw me away. You fear the truth, but you refuse to grow up and see that your system does not work. As for me I have grown up. I know it is wrong. But I have reverted to someone who sees the world as a child because I know otherwise your ever breaking cogs would literally drive me to insanity. The one I am already labelled to be. The misfit. The outcast. The malfunction.

We are the dreamers. We are the ones who still believe. We are the ones who while we do not influence the world ourselves on a grand scale, still contribute to its hope by inspiring our future generations, our children. Impacting those in our lives will in turn cause them to impact others thus causing a chain reaction in which your robots fall down. The dreamers stick together. Why? Because thrown in a heap what else can we do. But in all honesty we prefer it as we are the few that understand.