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I try to flee from my thoughts. Escape is no longer possible. Wars tear apart the world and societies. Power struggles and political manipulations divide those societies.
Times are changing or have already changed. Times are changing, without us immediately feeling it coming. Times are changing so fast that I sit stultified on the sidelines watching.
Bob Dylan’s song “The times they are a-changing”, is back or still relevant. Unfortunately, I can’t escape my thoughts. They haunt me and make my mind heavy. I want to repress them and replace them with other thoughts. They are too strong, and the news media only make those thoughts heavier and inescapable.
Society is becoming increasingly polarized. The words that are spoken becoming grimmer and more threatening. Ethnic minorities are increasingly isolated. Migrants are dehumanized. Religions are mocked and demonized. “The times they are a-changing”.
I want to deny my thoughts. I want to enlighten them. However, they slow down my pace of life. Like being chased in a dream, no matter how fast I run I’m always overtaken. Then wake up, bathed in a fearful sweat. When I look in the mirror, I read the thoughts in my eyes. I try to smile at myself, but it’s a sour and gloomy grin.
My thoughts isolate me. I feel like a wandering and lost being. A being in danger of becoming alienated…
