There are countless elements in society which barrage the people who live within it with a myriad of difficult choices. Those living in the UK in particular often live with pressure from fallible financial organisations, family feuds or ribaldry relationships, though I am sure the situation is similar elsewhere. All these problems have their solutions. But the solutions are also without number and making the right, successful choice is always tricky. We often look out for ourselves with some caution not to harm the emotions of others too much, only the amount necessary, which is no easy task. Actualising these solutions requires a motive, however, and this motivation is fickle and foreboding.
In an attempt to think for ourselves we do the natural thing and instantly search outside ourselves for the right answer. We do not want to engage with the solution directly lest we be made accountable for the consequence. So it is better to look to what is the consensual thing to do. We turn to the world and the world grimaces at our ineptitude. We are pressured into choosing the solution which is socially correct. We are effectively coerced by social pressure into making decisions in our life. These pressures surmount to a dangerous virus. This virus is anxiety. This virus is fear.
Fear for the immediate future. Fear for oneself. This fear has been promulgated throughout every area of civilisation with one goal in mind...infection. Decisions made in the shadow of social bias are led by this childlike fear. Society takes us by the hand and leads us to the choice we think we have decided for ourselves. The virus of fear makes us think we think, when all we do is blindly submit to the will of the state and live in blissful thoughtlessness, forgetting why we were fearful in the beginning.
The people are infected with this insidious virus, that is fear, by the ones who grow it, society's leaders, because it will goad people into being submissive and docile. Led to idiocy by the blinding fear of rejection and failure in the light of our endless decision making we become mindless drones, a shuffling mass of bodies all searching for the same thing - success. The corpulent giants that rest on their ornate palanquins, which crush down on our shoulders as we carry them, tell us where we can find this success but only wish to feed on it themselves. Gorging their faces with the success of others and belching forth more of that malicious fear, they continue to infect their slaves and choke with laughter at our apathy and repose. People are being overwhelmed by the virus. People are becoming the nation's zombies. To be continued...
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