I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Don’t fall for the cheap trinkets and shiny toys sold by society. Look away from the flashing lights and screens that inundate us. Raise yourself above the noise of the masses and their masters. Take the path less traveled, the forgotten trails, and spend your time in the “wastelands” where progress has turned its back; where brick and mortar grow and the soul dies. Where entertainment reigns and imagination is forgotten.
Be human. Be imperfect. Be a person, not a commodity, bought and sold by corporate lies and grandiose promises. Turn your back and walk away. Save yourself. None of their lies and promises are worth it. Don’t trust the empty eyes of those who have bought the ticket for cheap thrills and trick mirrors.
Turn off the social spigot, the pop parodies, and look for green spaces and dark nights and a silent home. Do not lose yourself in the shallow, shameful pools of progress made to order.