What is the point of life? A commonly asked question yet one that is destined to be left unanswered. At least, That’s the common consensus. Though it has been hiding within plain sight since the beginning, We have just refused to accept it all this time. We refuse to accept that there is no meaning. The world as we know it today has been carefully crafted through nature and millenia of trial and error, A process known as natural selection. We have evolved to become as efficient and self sustaining as any creature could ever wish to be. This same logic Pertains to our society as it evolves more dystopian as the years pass. This chain of evolutionary and societal growth has led us to the present day 2045.
I’m known by Maya, Followed by the family name “Sora”. I’m known for my light brown yet tired looking eyes and my silky brown hair flowing most of the way down my neck. I always cloak myself in my slightly damaged burgundy sweatshirt with white cat ears on the top of the hoodie. I’m not sure why I wear it, Something like that has never and will never be in style. I just feel oddly comfortable anytime I wear it. I’ve found myself in some small friend groups from time to time though I was never the center of attention or what most people would call a “Popular Kid” Though I was never seen on such a low level as to be bullied. I was just known as “That Kid”
“We live in a dystopian society that, like many things, is as far as possible from how fiction portrayed it. People believed that far fetched concepts such as flying cars would be commonplace in everyday life as early as a couple decades ago. Obviously none of that has come to fruition. However, that’s not to say our society hasn't been swiftly progressing in terms of both technology and convenience. We have computers with the power to process graphics nearly indistinguishable from reality and new products improving the convenience of everyday life are releasing regularly. I’ve held one problem close to my heart surrounding our modern society though.”
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“None of this is done in the name of true progression as a society. large corporations would and will do nearly anything regardless of how anti consumer it is in the name of increasing profits even by a little. This mindset has led us to become as efficient as any society can wish to be, however daily life for any active member of it has become nearly as homogenized as possible. It seems as if no one truly enjoys their lives but rather are stuck in an endless loop of waking up and heading to work everyday. The people of our modern society are all but what defines a zombie, at least to my eyes.”
I let these thoughts swirl around in my head as I hear my alarm start to ring. I roll over in my sheets to turn it off. Though, today the point of the alarm was rendered moot. I have been staring at the wall of my bedroom for almost an hour now contemplating our society and how we’ve gotten here. I crawl out of my bed onto my creaky wooden floor and immediately throw my favourite sweatshirt over my back. After switching on the lights I look out my window to see rows upon rows of residential buildings each defiled with promotion for brands desperate enough to pay people to ruin all decorative integrity. I slide open the door to my room and make my way across my apartment and grab my school supplies. I turned 16 not too long ago and have been attending 11th grade classes for some time now. I then reach for my apartment door and take my first steps outside my apartment for the day as I feel a welcomed breeze of fresh air brush across my face. I feel my hair flow with the wind as I take my first step onto my apartment complex's third floor balcony. Ready for a new day filled with possibilities. “That phrase is truly odd” I think to myself. “It’s almost as if the person who made the phrase understands that a new day is rarely filled with excitement without good reason but rather just ‘Possibilities’”, I thought to myself. “Not that I would care” I say, “It’s just some random phrase, I have better things to waste my mind space on”. I thought to myself as I sling my backpack around my shoulder in preparation for a day of “Possibilities”.
To be continued . . .