Solitude Billboard
Do you ever have the feeling that there isn’t enough time in life to do all the things you want to do? Lately, as I’ve been learning more and more about economics, inequalities, and corruption in government and throughout the world, I have been feeling outraged and saddened. How do you choose what battles to fight? Everything about our current state of being is heavily influenced by the power in the hands of a few. Everything from what food we eat to what clothes we wear to how we conceptualize our existence.
Thomas Jefferson wrote in the Declaration of Independence, “…governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or abolish it and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.”
As my days tick by, and my heart beats a numbered beat, and September dissolves into October, I feel this sense of urgency, like we must quickly organize and take action to shape our world into a place where future generations can survive and flourish—for my unborn children, and their children. I fear we are headed on a path to destruction. My heart and my mind races as I contemplate my next move.
They say that ignorance is bliss and knowledge is power. However, as I go about my studies, on the continued path to intellectual enlightenment, I feel depressed and powerless. I feel that government is no longer a problem solving tool and this “experiment in democracy” that our founding fathers started is really a disguise for global domination. Conspiracy theories start to make sense to explain the current state of our nation. Sometimes, I really don’t know how to deal with this wealth of information at my fingertips. Part of me misses the blissful days of elementary school US History class, where we never learned about the Mexican-American War, and never spoke of Native American massacres.
So anyway, enough on that random tangent. On another note, keep your eyes peeled around the Salt Lake Valley for Solitude’s billboards. Here’s the one that I’m on:
