Nations, when silently morph into an enterprise of sorts, extreme value-manipulation priorities create geo-econo sound bites of socio-hysteria. Currently, our worlds, only a push button away from dystopia, spin under mysterious shrouds of economic euphoria, while lush-green-paradises numbing minds in crypto-utopia. Fakery laughing, the silent cries reach the sky. The deep searching starts
Is there a heart of a country and soul of a nation, or is it all dressed-up like a commercial franchise?
Nations without borders are not countries just real estate projects. Nations, treating citizens as herds of economic consumption-drivers are wild fields of cash registers, ATMs, shopping malls and endless garbage dumps. Nations, where basic calculators replaced by super-abstract algorithms are only crypto-tyrannies stealing grassroots prosperity. Nations unable to create up-skilled citizenry are only campgrounds, where Viagra laced sunrises, cannabis high afternoons and Opioid sunsets fill the day as greatest achievements. Nations carrying a loaded gun in one hand, a kilo of contrabands in another are not movie sets but live zombie-nations. Nations without laws are already downhill, nations combined against international laws are on life support.
Nations ignoring global populace and global public opinion are only sinking ships. Nations without common-culture and social justice are unregulated picnic grounds. Nations where manufacturing and small enterprises are only secondary to the complete financialization of national economies are only casinos with special high rollers. Nations without global-age meritocracy across government are now turning into wildlife tent cities.
No further proof required when all this checked against global indices on quality of life, productivity and competitiveness. Unless frontline leadership across governments is upskilled and literate enough on futurism, the local grassroots prosperity issues will only remain as dreams. Proof of heart of a country and a soul of nation now needed for the multi-billion displaced, replaced and misplaced Covidians now on their slow march… heads down they think, seeking truth and wisdom.
Dreaming of butterfly: but is the worm simply dying: Since the beginning of time, humankind handed over this planet to search for a better life. The paths, created by gods of the day, some easy and some harsh but most designed to arrive at some nirvana. The artificial lords of today flooded the pathways to swim in fakery drowning in misinformation and spin forever, anywhere but never arriving at desired balance. Fear and conflict declared as living-success, dialogue and resolutions identified as weaknesses. Seek and destroy doctrine, becoming shooting your own foot each time, while the connected world gets smarter by each click demanding truth.
Is pandemic needling a wake-up call? Is ittesting our remains of the prophesied notions as humankind never landing any promised enlightenment? Is there a terrible malfunction, a disintegrated metamorphosis, self-inflicted calamites, killing remains of cherished dreams of spreading wings, the butterfly now only lingers as hallucinations in the dying worm. Foretelling on the mystic knowledge, drifting in dreams or seeking philosophies in the last words of the dying soldiers, the echoes of their painful whispers, still lingers in daydream walking of our isolated days.
Where is humankind failing? Is it in our cosmological misadventures or zombie lands cannibalizing our critical thought? Either, must we salvage the already half-crippled world-order in motion today, should we give it either life and or strangle it? Either the metamorphism needs a final solution to let the wings spread, take flight to save humankind in order to survive, or we witness the worm die.
Now even our nightmares crystallized; visible in daylight as three-dimensional models of economic failures, nations in panic, Mother Nature very angry, global populace angrier, all waiting for the tsunami season. While the connected global populace is learning to sing in unison, the alpha dreamers are searching for a new stage.
Today, behold the power of your own mind in your both hands. Touch it with your heart, feel it with your soul and open your mouth. Words will vibrate and move the mountains. All during the remaining light of the day or the lingering thick of the night, mind wrestles with truth, where acceptance is only a matter of courage. Nations in search of heart and soul and common good wisdom are asking difficult questions in their own deep silence. Is pandemic seeking the heart of a country & soul of a nation?The global awareness rises.
Perhaps, the caterpillar is only pretending asleep but slowly upskilling to learn to fly,
What do you think?
The rest is easy
