The Elusiveness of the Wolf

An attempt at understanding signals can be construed as an exercise in torture or worse. There are subtleties that envelop what we do in such ways, that they render us unable to speak, unable to move. We feel as if suspended in air, a cautionary tale for other wandering souls, looking for ground beneath their feet. 

As the world churns along, we become desensitized to innate nuances, gut feelings once considered emphatic and deliberate. The more likely scenario is that we are herded like sheep, unable to discern the sheepherder from the wolf. 

This is one of those crossroads where it seems unlikely that either decision will be the correct one; the proverbial lesser of two evils. But why do we find ourselves in such a dilemma? Typically, our actions leads to other actions, which inevitably present themselves in either rewards or consequences. But is it truly this black and white? Is there room perhaps for shades of grey to manifest themselves? 

Perhaps as we lose our primal sense of self, the task becomes harder to scrutinize; the magnifying glass foggier with time, elusive. 

Social media has become a beacon for tag lines of such vitriolic nature that one has to wonder, do people truly believe in what is spewed out of their mouths? We are constantly bombarded by opinions which range from idiotic to slightly idiotic. The range truly does not deviate from this path.  

For every 400 times I stumble upon either a tagline or a self-indulgent summary, one does wonder... to quote the awesome 80's band Queensryche, 

"Is there anybody listening?

Is there anyone that sees what's going on?
Read between the lines, criticize the words they're selling

Think for yourself and feel the walls become sand beneath your feet"

- Anybody Listening - Queensryche

Say it over and over again, until it becomes who/what you are. Be the one that is able to identify with the subtleties and nuances of the universe. Charge the gates of your castle. Focus. Regain what we are desperately losing; our sense of self, our instincts. Join the collective efforts to improve our condition not by smiting the weird and unhinged, but by grasping to what still remains and inviting those with similar focus into your circle. 

Our instincts. Use them. Listen to that innate voice that does not self-indulge, but rather it smooths out the wrinkles to persevere and conquer. I am the wolf.