We live in the age of social media. Devouring (and more often than not parroting) an avalanche of information, both good and bad. We have an opinion on everything. We consume reality programming and situational content with more ease than we usually drink water. And we seem to believe anything that pops up on our screens, without ever questioning the credibility of the source, the logic behind what is dished out to us. We have become mindless drones.
It may have been a love song. Long before Cat Stevens became Yusuf Islam. But in this case it is much closer to reality. And that is frightening. I try not to take a vocal political stance. Don’t get me wrong, I am a political being, just as everyone else should be – because apathy is not an acceptable option (just ask my friends). And because I am political I am taking a stance.
4 months later.
No, this isn’t reference to a post-apocalyptic world, where society has collapsed and the world has been overrun by zombies.
Or taken over by an evil overlord.
Right after midnight my social media feeds were flooded with wishes for a happy 2017, and inspirational messages comparing this New Year with a blank book with 365 pages, and urging us to write our story. Well, flooded may be a bit of an exaggeration. There were definitely quite a few of these messages.