Mad. Why aren’t we mad?

Adrian de León
2 min readMay 23, 2020

Why aren’t we mad?

Why we do we seem so content in the face of so much oppression and inequality? Do you not work hard week after week, month after month and year after year? Do you not get up in the morning and contribute to the economy, pay your taxes and obey the law on a consistent basis?
Perhaps you do and you have a comfortable life, you wish you had more but there is nothing you have less of. You know however that this isn’t the case for everyone.

You walk down the streets of your local neighbourhood and witness the men and women, with the dirty nails and the sunken faces wandering the streets. You are a witness to the crumbling housing infrastructure of your local council estates. When you cross these estates you see the groups of kids congregating and see the idleness in their movements. As you walk passed these kids, the shutters of the closed youth clubs lay in your wake. Next to it are the rows of local businesses with the washed up windows and the empty insides. The neon lights no longer shine bright and the closed sign has gathered dust. An air of abandonment and neglect reigns thick in the air as you concentrate on your own steps.
Now that you’ve turned the corner of the estate, the concrete buildings make way for the lush gardens of an enclosed park. Nuclear families populate the open space, grinning and laughing whilst basking in the sun that seemed to be missing just a few blocks back.
The park is a public institution open to all, but not everyone feels comfortable going there. The public space has been divided in tribal territories, where the construct of class and culture has put us in cages.
We made it to the top of the food chain, yet we live with chained ankles.

The prison that we live in cannot be seen nor can it be smelt. The bars cannot be touched and there is no key hole. This prison follows you like the shadow from a zenith sun. We have been in this prison for so long that the outside world has become a threat. Like the old man in Shawshank Redemption, our prison is all that we know. We are birds in a cage, safe and fed but who have forgotten the freedom of flying. Luxuries and comfort have softened our ego and muted our morality. We will defend our right to remain comfortable regardless of the outcome for truth and equality. Humans reside in a bubble, one that is clearly retracting yet we do not fathom it popping. Akin to the bubbles you see kids blowing in the park, when it does pop, we will all be taken by surprise. For one day this bubble will pop but will remain breathless to replace it.

Why aren’t we mad?

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