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I became a creative in order to express myself. I realized at an early age that I was what you'd call a reject of the system. I poured out of every package they try to put me in and questioned everything, rather than seeking the comfort of accepting all that was put in front of me. I however live in quite a sad era. An era where people have found comfort in their chains and proudly call that freedom. An era where most teenagers are just a replica of a model continuously flashed in their faces through the screens that think for them. Am alive where almost nobody is themselves, because they sold that option, in exchange for the struggle to become society's picture perfect. A society fueled by the ignorance of its members and kept upright by their conformity. If a man can believe that an invisible man in the sky killed himself to save mankind from himself, then the bar has been set as low as anything being believable. Dogma then thrives and propaganda becomes an effortless input .The majority is turned into a herd, always looking down at themselves, unable to look up and realize who is pulling the strings. The minority sells a solution to a problem they created, instilling a secondary hunger to the unquestioning majority. Another example of a sad reality is, even in this era, called the Golden Age of Information, it is deemed fashionable to flaunt scientific ignorance. The search for celebrity gossip is highly esteemed, while the search for knowledge is seen as "boring "and "useless ".The education system creates robots, who claim their smartness by repeating whatever they are taught. Robots that labour to feed systems and governments, while their enslavement is sugarcoated with words such as "ambition " and "success ".Systems are successful if those entrapped inside them don't even know they are prisoners.Systems thrive on people not questioning, for questioning makes people think differently, and different is not predictable. Systems want everyone to be the same, for it is very easy to control what you can predict. By that ,people end up becoming part of a problem. A problem that in whatever form, feeds their leaders. It's a sadder state in my continent(Africa) where the mental imprisonment of our people is a feast, not only for our equally blind leaders, but also for the Western world and whoever else .I guess we close our eyes till we slept.

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Elliepoet
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