ramblings - the real lord of the flies, giants, and dumb kids

The progression of humanity's time on this worls is just a terrible rabbit hole where no one is seeing what they need to see.

And yes, the people who aren’t seeing what they need to see includes, obviously, me. I can’t quite put a finger on it but I just know because there’s no way in that in the middle of all this where everyone is in that situation, I’m not. I’m not that arrogant, okay? I know I’m wrong about something but I just know it can’t be this. Because it’s a paradox. If I’m wrong about nobody seeing what needs to be seen, then that would mean that I’m right, which would mean that’s it’s wrong, and… yeah. It’s a confusing mess, but aren’t all paradoxes?

Nobody's in control of anything.

I'm just this, this floating thing looking through the view of a dumb kid. I dont have any control over anything; I'm helpless. I'm a single dandelion seed that can't settle, constantly floating around, pushed this way and that by the winds with no way of knowing where or even IF it will land.

I'm just a dumb kid trying to live. More than survive.

Maybe we’re all just dumb kids playing at being grown-ups, trying to convince ourselves that we’re giants in a world where everything was always too big for us. we’re all just scared and alone. we’re all just grappling for control over things we can’t. we’re all just dumb kids. there are no real grown-ups.

This is the real lord of the flies.