When the clock strikes midnight

We are all creatures of habit. Once accustomed to a certain routine we find it extremely hard to move away. Unless moving away is an improvement. If not, change management becomes a huge challenge to most of us. Better the devil that you know than the devil you don’t. The truth of the matter is that change is an integral part of our lives just as much as the certainty that we need to breath in order to stay alive. All the while, no one really wants it. Life as we knew it is no longer a given. In fact, life takes-on a different form and shape almost daily and no one knows what the new standard will be or what it will look like. Almost all of us were used to wear masks in the inside covering our deepest thoughts, desires and aspirations. And that was ok. Now we have taken things to the next level. Masks on the outside, as well, combined with the algorithmic transparency of our inside. Like scenes of a horror movie people now walk around with their faces covered almost as a quilt admission that they have something to hide. In the name of the protection against a virus that most have come to question its existence.

When routine converts again into genuine need then perhaps we will sober-up and will seek to rationalize what is happening. A pre-condition for that to happen would be to rediscover the respect and love for one another as human beings. Only then things may stand a realistic chance to improve. But for now, we are in collision course with everyone and everything around us. The signs of time are worrying. Hatred is being cultivated and we allow it to bring-out the worst in us. I notice the absolute lack of resolve by global management to improve things and the only thing I see everywhere is the escalation of tension with a view to create more space for personal megalomania and mass paranoia. Domestically and internationally.

A weird sense of discomfort at every direction I take my eyes. An auction of aggression in hostile rhetoric, the re-design of logic to fit into the new mold of some undefined NWO. Almost everything that formed intellectual and academic certainty until yesterday is now being re-visited from scratch. Agreements, rights, the notion of justice altogether. It all suddenly have a different reading and interpretation. No clear-cut positions on anything anymore. Human rights are up for subjective interpretation. So are labor rights, criminal rights, asylum rights, international treaties and what have you. And that is thin ice and too little to build societies on. Things used to work for centuries exactly because of the minimum consensus that we all understand the basic concept of co-existence and are willing to apply it. That seems to be gone now. It almost feels as the regression of the human race in all levels. Ethical decline, rising violence and brutal disregard of human life are forming an explosive mix. Conflicting information regarding facts and the fabrication of a virtual truth that suits the needs of its creator, whether individually or in a group constitute the foundations of this contemporary Babel. And what is left is the ever-growing hope that when the clock strikes midnight we will all wake-up from this nightmare and things will go back to normal.