Development

The Breaks. We need to hit the breaks. And fast. The winds of (un)change are growling, they are shaking again even the last and thin foundations of family bounds, the last memories of true social links, the disappearing shadows of hope crumbles.

I find myself in a middle of a storm fueled by a big Nothing. Empty words, empty convictions, empty beliefs, bold accusations. We are all lying to ourselves that by voicing our void we will be protected from the next development. That is always pending.

Our queue of constant panic is fed by precise algorithms driven by greed, laziness and comfort. Social networks come before self reasoning, kids attention void or relationship deep needs. They became our true interface to the world, they are deciding our steps with pixel level precision. I am indeed addicted to this whole process and I realize that I cannot recover the true lost commodity in all this vortex, my time.

I stopped projecting the idea of investing all that lost time in old school positive incentives for mind development and I started to grasp the reality of my mediocrity.

Let’s hope it is all worth it, after all, these networks need to grow for our own benefit where, ironically, we are the product since everything seems to be “free” or allowed (unless opposing some more privileged layers in control of your redefined freedom).

As a fun experiment, I wonder how 1984 book reality would have put these networks to use within the Ministry of Truth. Perhaps on the large scale it is healthy to index global level memories / feelings / states of mind and potential fear models for the future long term – at least the statistical representations of our decay will serve perhaps the future in order to avoid such modern history trends.

I want to conclude by saying simply… I am sorry. I had a small fight in the morning with my sister and I felt the need to write something to mend – if possible – the stupidity of that discussion. About elements above our control, about the illusion of freedom of choice, all items masking perhaps my real nostalgia and home sick.

Brand New Perspective

The very first posting. It should matter a lot or am I given the typical draft publication pattern choice, that will always allow me to make minor changes to an already predefined idea block (as I usually know myself quite well, especially regarding my weaknesses and my raw processing background trail of preconceptions 🙂 )  ?

This is actually an interesting topic to follow up within this initialization vector that almost defines your mission regarding this publication media.

Since I’ve stated something about Perspective (right up there in the title) maybe I should explain myself a little bit (always a good idea for personal growth).  I came to realize that personal branding must exist as a precisely defined stream in our existence, that we must follow this “visual” representation of ourselves 24/7 and try to live up to the standard imposed by this trademark. Yes, I tend to believe we can or should become a trademark of ourselves, to protect and seek for constant growing and identification as fading away within a sea of gray average it’s not a viable option anymore.

As any system affected constantly by pressure and time, our identity will have a tendency to decay and fall or to attach via a gravity of inertial associations to other similar falling identities (kind of an avalanche effect) and blend nicely in that average constellation. I truly believe this is worth fighting against, with all internal believes focused on the puzzle pieces that create that you bit (not necessary found elsewhere expect in a certain vicinity of  you).

It is you that we others are constantly observe and try to change or adapt to fit our needs or gain our acceptance. This should be brought to an sudden end. Adapting could be implemented by a global realization and acceptance of the light (?) ideas exposed above.

Collectively preserving the global perspective of our personal branding needs (? could become a mission statement – more to follow here – aka #DRAFT).