I've been for a time thinking about how much people like to categorize them selves! Either you are this or you are that, Feminist, vegetarian, communist, socialist, racist.
When you are accepted within this wide circle of personality there is the next circle where you will be more concentrated, the circle that will determent your social life, your interests, maybe you are a musician, or an artist making art, or maybe you are an admirer of this mediums, maybe it was apart of your dream before you sold yourself to one of the governing systems.
You went through the education system where your dream of becoming a musician turned into a dream of having good grades in school. You bought the latest phone and headphones so you can keep on listening to music while commuting between your well paid job.
You occupy yourself with admiration of a now dead dream to numb the chaos that is building up inside of you. Music can keep you calm in the chaotic surrounding you are experiencing. The Capital cities, full of life yet so lonely, dirty and polluted. They show you traces of an non functioning system on the streets where people are lying crying for food and money. Do you love your situation, do you love the way you make a living, did you ask yourself the question, what purpose do I have during the hours I am locked up in an office or maybe a factory or in retail. Your time is expensive, are you using it wisely? Are you free to choose how your day will look like, or are you trapped into categories, do you have to put yourself into a category or can you place yourself into the emptiness you were born with, the state where you observe your surrounding, analyzing it, learn it, practicing it. Or do you try to find a box that can describe the fucked up self you have become under a self destructive system that keep you far far away from the truly amazing human being you were born to?