robby #2

Today I played with the idea of selfishness. By playing, I mean I fantasized for hours about how I myself would like to exude my selfishness unto others. Tonight, I listen to Sampha, and I envision the idea of why selfishness is practical & healthy for human cultural development, at least in certain areas of our social revolution. Necessary to understand is that I would claim that no life form can fathom their own insignificance within the scope of existence. Also necessary to understand is that I am well aware that this concept is incredibly played out and I take zero pride in making this claim due to the actual pride I take in claiming I’m against the grain or whatever bullshit I shape myself to be. It’s bullshit because this bird cage we call the universe is what deems me insignificant, so I am forced to fantasize to fabricate importance itself. This is inspiration at work, this is the process of how a cage becomes a nest.

Definition of inspiration

nounin·​spi·​ra·​tion | \ ˌin(t)-spə-ˈrā-shən  , -(ˌ)spi-\

1a: a divine influence or action on a person believed to qualify him or her to receive and communicate sacred revelation

I think that inspiration is a finite source, because I think the human imagination stops. How many more revelations can we, as a collective, string up? How many more beliefs are there to follow? I can only be interested in supporting this position by using the logic that if we are unimportant in the grand scheme, it should be reasonable that we are creating nothing of eternal value; we build using temporary tools, but we can’t fast forward life, we have to go through these motions to eventually see exactly what we’re capable of doing.

“I used to ask myself, why the fuck is everybody sleep? Then I thought about it, most of these niggas following they dreams.” -daylyt

I could never blame a person for behaving for the sole benefit of themselves. We are all fighting each other for the right to use this scarce resource inspiration. I believe we’re all bored in our inevitable doom, and creating is the only satisfying input in this sport. The demand for inspiration is too high in a world where we’re supposed to survive off day-to-day actions fueled by motivation, a completely different asset in itself. Much of the public is already familiar with the narrative that our country was built and repaired with greed in mind. Ingrained in all of us is this ideal, although I have this feeling we don’t sincerely value our roots due to our worldly arrogance. I mean that we haven’t defined a universal worth to things such as inspiration(not to insinuate that we can), mostly because we give ourselves too much credit. Listening to Kacey Musgraves, I think about how I can’t wait to never see the day where we selflessly allocate and make socialism out of selfishness.