We all want answers, and the first step to acquiring those answers is knowing the right questions to ask.
If you are on this blog than I would hope you have an idea of who the author is.
A small, seemingly insignificant proletariat, a cook working in Los Angeles. 24 years old, named Brian. A photographer, a skateboarder, an aspiring writer and intellectual, who has learned and lost now for many years in his quest for the truth.
From conspiracy-theory-absorbing-teenager, to amateur news-gatherer, to an informed independent thinker and citizen journalist. I have gone through the steps of becoming media-literate, an indispensable tool in today’s’ world of hyper-information.
I say this because for a long time I had no direction, no purpose with my writing, and if you do not have purpose than you do not have content to share, no story to tell.
This is all changing.
My direction is being carved with time, my skills refined as experience shapes my understanding of the world, and reading constantly to learn that which is unknown to me.
All of this is occurring while I adjust to a new life living in the city of Los Angeles. A thriving metropolis, some would call one of the many hearts of Babylon itself.
Revolutionary Dreams- What it means to wish for a better world in The United States of America.
To believe in the possibility of a better world is normal- to fight for a better world, to have an actual idea of a better world, will make you an outcast.
You will be considered the problem. You will be demonized. You will be shunned by the so-called “leaders” of the state and by those who co-opt the energy derived from actual social movements and movements of real progress.
Your friends will laugh at you. They will demand explanations without having any themselves, only to move onto the next pleasure seeking adventure of the day with little thought of the passions that bleed from your very being and into your every action. (And are they “friends” if they do not support your struggle?)
This all comes with the territory. If you wish to dream of revolution, you will encounter the full force of the counter-revolution, because that is how this system works. It works to undermine any forces working to undermine it, naturally. That is precisely the reason there is a constant struggle between the oppressed and the oppressor, each giving way to the other, as the tides of change roar on.
Is a new world worth fighting for? Some have no choice. Others cannot spare the energy, too consumed by their own labors in making a living for themselves in this capitalist system.
Others can. For myself, fighting for a better world is all i can do to maintain my sanity. To know that i tried to make a difference, because I knew that it was possible or because to do anything else would be hypocritical on my part.
To be a revolutionary is to have revolutionary ideas and aspirations. It is to understand that anything is possible when we live on a planet of what should be impossibilities (why are we here, why does the world turn, and what are the chances that a star such as Earth can exist?).
This is my first blog post in a while. Reading my last posts my loss of direction is evident. I’m growing, I’m learning, and that in itself is the greatest threat to capitalism.