but i find it really important so im going to yap about it, making me feel special while i really am not, becoming something i hate on myself, being some random dude sharing his opinion on the very internet he hates. getting nostalgic about stuff that doesnt exist anymore, values that have been forgotten and thrown away.
Seeing people in nursing homes be a shadow of how society used to be, watching them die, being replaced by a generation that didnt even know the world before cellphones, like my own generation.
Becoming depressed because the hobby's i have arent enjoyed the way i enjoy it anymore, like reading books. seeing people read shit online instead of paper, and reading books that are new and trendy while books of heavier topics arent being read much anymore. i miss the time people read books and defined certain pieces as true art, like classical music and classical art. hell i even miss the time i could say i enjoy reading a book without people assuming its manga.
(no hate on manga, i just mean it says alot that people assume i read books with pictures because reading has become that uncommon.)
Meeting people that say: 'I also enjoy reading but its genuinly from the new generation of books that happen to only be found online' AND THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH IT but we are losing an art. The art of writing without the meaning of convincing, without the meaning of sharing (like im doing now i see the irony myself) but the art of truly writing just to write something beautifull. poems that werent meant to capture a feeling or share your love/ trauma, but just because the sentences fit well together and it looks beautifull, medieval even. Music to not share a story, but just be music. Without any greater message. We are trying to give everything we create a greater meaning but cant we just create to create.
I honestly know im being such a cornball but im honestly lost in a world where i feel like there isnt anyone that connect to me on a certain level, and it drives me so lonely, while at the same time knowing i aint special and shouldnt be such a crybaby. i genuinly dont know anymore, yet at the same time feel like i know to much, while knowing i aint special.