Fake world , Everything is possible here.

      Being Real In A FakeWorld

Our society seems to simply reject the idea of anything genuine. It does not like substance, it does not like truth, and it does not like sincerity. Instead, the world is obsessed with triviality, pretty lies, slandering and tearing down others, material possessions, idolizing celebrities and putting them on a pedestal above others, criticizing politicians and parties, the pursuit of pleasure no matter the cost, going so far as to criticize what another person is even wearing, and countless other meaningless paths. It demands that individuals bury themselves and put on masks, for truth is something to be shunned and a fake depiction is to be celebrated. It criticizes people for being one thing, demanding they be the complete opposite, and once that change is made it is as if hell itself is unleashed. No one can ever satisfy everyone, yet they run themselves down trying. Society will never be satisfied, for no one will ever be able to live up to its standards; the fact that the standards are impossible as well as constantly changing means little. It demands individuals go with the flow with what everyone is doing or else be sunk, or demands that they choose nothing of substance for the sake of popularity and relevance rather than something worth far more. It is a vicious cycle, for with each individual giving into the flow of the masses and the trivial demands of the world, the further everyone gets swept away and the further the world gets from anything worthwhile; after all, it is a common pattern for a single thought process to take over a mass of people.

Am I the only one who is weary of the fakeness of the world? The only one becoming more irritable with the emptiness of everything? The only one tired of the fabulous lies over the sometimes ugly truths? Of the masks people feel like they have to wear, ultimately preventing two souls from connecting to one another? Of the meaningless slander between not only politicians or celebrities, but from the common person as well? The only one sick of no originality and the suffocating need for everyone to fit into such a flimsy environment? Of the emphasis on labels, how one must be categorized under something? The only one tired of truth and morals getting sucked away and a void that only compromises of spurious nonsense taking over the world like a blood-sucking parasite? Of the essence and temptation of popularity undermining and bleaching away true character?

Our society seems to simply reject the idea of anything genuine. It does not like substance, it does not like truth, and it does not like sincerity. 

Instead, the world is obsessed with triviality, pretty lies, slandering and tearing down others, material possessions, idolizing celebrities and putting them on a pedestal above others, criticizing politicians and parties, the pursuit of pleasure no matter the cost, going so far as to criticize what another person is even wearing, and countless other meaningless paths. 

It demands that individuals bury themselves and put on masks, for truth is something to be shunned and a fake depiction is to be celebrated. 

It criticizes people for being one thing, demanding they be the complete opposite, and once that change is made it is as if hell itself is unleashed. No one can ever satisfy everyone, yet they run themselves down trying. Society will never be satisfied, for no one will ever be able to live up to its standards; the fact that the standards are impossible as well as constantly changing means little.

 It demands individuals go with the flow with what everyone is doing or else be sunk, or demands that they choose nothing of substance for the sake of popularity and relevance rather than something worth far more.

 It is a vicious cycle, for with each individual giving into the flow of the masses and the trivial demands of the world, the further everyone gets swept away and the further the world gets from anything worthwhile; after all, it is a common pattern for a single thought process to take over a mass of people.

Am I the only one who is weary of the fakeness of the world? The only one becoming more irritable with the emptiness of everything? The only one tired of the fabulous lies over the sometimes ugly truths? Of the masks people feel like they have to wear, ultimately preventing two souls from connecting to one another? Of the meaningless slander between not only politicians or celebrities, but from the common person as well?

 The only one sick of no originality and the suffocating need for everyone to fit into such a flimsy environment? Of the emphasis on labels, how one must be categorized under something? The only one tired of truth and morals getting sucked away and a void that only compromises of spurious nonsense taking over the world like a blood-sucking parasite?

 Of the essence and temptation of popularity undermining and bleaching away true character?

                                         $ Garry_$

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