For woke, with love!
On the subtleties of being real. Awake. Alive.
Once upon a time, woke started as a grassroots movement for social justice, racial issues, systemic inequalities, and other plagues humanity suffered from. It was a promising movement towards a new paradigm and a better life.
No bad at all! That was in 1923. The year when the Jamaican political activist Marcus Garvey coined the term “waking up” which meant to be socially and politically aware.
But that time is long gone! Now, woke is a label for mind frailty, surface-scratching thinking, a shield against anything real or profound, and a ridiculous lack of critical thinking and assertive conversations.
Woke is now about feelings, not facts. Woke is being asleep, almost dead. It’s about the makeup, not the skin deep. It’s about the meaningless freak circus, not about the meaning of life. If anything, its lack of profoundness triggers the worst in human interactions. Woke embodies a dystopian, anti-intellectual, fragile and sick society.
I wonder what would Plato have done if every dialogue had been abruptly killed in its inception by the other one being offended by his questions? To hell with the guidance towards the truth! No, thank you! The truth is overrated.
Woke jokes are not funny either — they are cautious and greasy. They feel like funerals in slow motion, with humor being the deceased. Like a food without salt. Like clean sex. Better off, like no sex.
Imagine a woke, politically correct stand-up comedy night — a long, painful rehearsal for a slow death of spirit. We need to be awake, not woke. We need to be alive, not offended by life. Vibrant and spectacular. Profoundly human. Gritty and graceful.
Woke talks are extremely short monologues, fed by stupidity and killed by fear, untouched by love, empathy or maturity. Like a low-life social media post with a clickbait title. Porn instead of mind & body connection.
My advice: fuck woke! Politely, of course. Then, move on and live as if you’d only have one life! Dance freely, eat delicious food, love with all your mind and body, travel far, come back and make real friends who are not afraid to think, to talk, to dance, to laugh, to mourn. ‘Cause you only have one life — a very precious one. No encore.
Sleep well and wake up fresh and healthy. Re-fresh. Give real life a new chance!