Comfortably Numb
Have we become so hardened, so comfortable in the chaos, that we no longer feel the misery around us? Do we walk through life looking neither to the right nor the left, blind to the suffering at our feet? So consumed with our tiny sphere of existence that we fail to see the ruin our apathy has wrought? We move through the noise as if it were silence, through the wreckage as if it were home. Perhaps the greatest tragedy of our age is not the chaos itself, but how easily we have learned to live within it.
Comfortably Numb
Have we become so hardened, so comfortable in the chaos, that we no longer feel the misery around us? Do we walk through life looking neither to the right nor the left, blind to the suffering at our feet? So consumed with our tiny sphere of existence that we fail to see the ruin our apathy has wrought? We move through the noise as if it were silence, through the wreckage as if it were home. Perhaps the greatest tragedy of our age is not the chaos itself, but how easily we have learned to live within it.