We go through so much so that we are not able to process any details about what is troubling us or how we feel about it. Before our lives have become so busy in the new modern age, we could analyse and go back to our roles as fathers and mothers of an uncared- for nation.
Occasionally we wind down and numb the pain of inaccessibility of our feelings and how much we don’t have time for ourselves and time to feel or be.
We don’t even know ourselves anymore or what we want out of life because we are consumed by our societal pressures. It’s a pity we call it life when we lack a better word for this madness, the matrix.
