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Monday, December 13, 2004

Me versus my generation

Interesting comment from a friend on my last post stating that I might have projected my own doubts and insecurity onto the whole of my generation. Fair enough. That actually crossed my mind yesterday and I guess it's true. One always sees one's world from the very narrow point of view originating within the boundaries of the self.

But on the other hand, I am a child of my own generation, and I do sense a certain lack of direction in today's world. But maybe that has always been the case.

But \ maybe \ on the other hand \

I could go on and talk about the postmodernist aching due to the lack of a dominating world view, with Christianity's failure to unite even just the Western worldviews. There are no real certainties left, and that's something I sincerely believe. People need some kind of ideological guidance, maybe people need to be called Generation [something], to be identified with. People need something to believe in, something which is right. Information is abundant, but so is even contradictory information. We know so many things, about so many places and yet we don't know its true essence.

...

Maybe she was right, maybe this is just me talking.

But it is just that: responses like "That's just you saying that." actually denote everything I tried to explain. The truth doesn't go beyond the individual. Then, what is true? I sincerely believe we don't know anymore. Ironically enough.

Oh, and another thing: this is one the major reasons why I expect the islam is going to grow at an enormous speed. Just because it is one of the last, if not the only, all-encompassing world views left on this planet.
How's that for a fragmentary, postmodern post? ;-)

1 Comments:

  • At a time like this, I think you need a little Fight Club philosophy:

    Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.

    By Blogger LONGSLEEVES, at 8:25 AM  

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