Specialised minds are ruining the world. A mind following a single track becomes a machine, loses track of being a whole individual. There are mathematicians, engineers, lawyers, doctors, accountants and businessmen all experts in their work. They have no art to show! 

Specialisation is making the world a worse place. A selfish place. A place where being good at one thing, and never being holistic, is acceptable. Education streamlines our own set of blinders, and from then on that is all that is unique about us. 

Of course there are times of reflection, but there are parallel reactions of ignoring.

Caring about just one product or service and getting it out of our hair by evening is the way to end the world. We are a global community of people who content themselves of laziness. 

So now the investment analyst only cares about stocks, and watches the rest of the world through a looking glass of his choice. 

If we allow it, education guides us to be parts of people working in a global machinery. Through this age of ignoring and ignorance we slowly continue to destroy the world, occasionally stirring to the fact that it is being destroyed, shaking our heads, and continuing our daily paces.

The only way to revive hope for the world is to be a holistic person. A person of truth, and art, and science, and heart. A person who sees that the only way to be fulfilled is to try to grasp it all, see the world for everything that it is.

The ugliness of the world is here because we’ve replaced value with functionality, but functionality only breeds further functionality until one day value is so inherently overlooked that the artless structures we have built crumble into nothing. Functionality is a desirable trait of machinery; worth is the only product we should hope to achieve. 

So artists live secluded lives of despair, injecting nuances of would-be prosperity, but the people of science will never understand; their path of ignoring has become so habitual they’ve a concrete wall to go to break it. And scientists complain that artists don’t do anything for the world, that they don’t do, but they can’t do, and neither are the scientists ever doing. Nothing for the world. 

Now our world has become a jacket full of pockets of concepts, so much that each is completely divisible from the other. Music is separate from healing which is separate from wealth calculation, which is separate from dancing and painting.

And then these in themselves are also separate. We’ve dissected and divided science and art not only in each other but in themselves. Yet the essence of humanity is only truly realised when all these fuse, and so we are not reaching it. To be a full person we have to be all of these things, in whatever proportions we can reach. If we don’t span our time over every aspect of life it doesn’t matter if we reach the finish line of one pursuit; we haven’t made it if we haven’t even started the others. 

We’re given a new day each and every day, but somehow convince ourselves to follow the same routine.

Thinking in a straight line has removed the art from everything. If anything is worth living or doing, there should be an art to it, for these are the only concepts we have in life which bypass the industrial structure, hit something inside, and give us any reason to still be here.

Yet we’ve transfused these and given dominance to the machinery. The living in life is an extra, which lifts its head rarely before resuming hibernation. 

Dissecting science and art has been the downfall of hope for humanity. If we agree to be and do one thing for all our lives, though we may become experts, how can we ever claim to be whole? 

There are surfaces untouched, paths bypassed, opportunities unseen, rocks unturned. There is an analogue breathing body all around us, full of zero quantities. Our world itself is one big zero, possessing the potential to be anything we want. 

There are no pre-set rights or wrongs, but the truths we seek to find in ourselves. And words we read will only be part of us when we feel them ourselves. The fact that we can even reach these truths is proof that there is something higher to be achieved.

The most skilled doctor can be an utterly ignorant person for the world, for his worth only comes in when his knowledge niche is requested. 

But all these niches of knowledge don’t make us human, and they don’t make the world beautiful, they make us robots and the world a machine.

The beauty of human spirit is suppressed so we can live vicariously through the different experiences of the world so we advance greatly as a nation but nothing as individuals belonging to that nation. 

If our world went under inspection, we’d earn a few points on technology but nothing else, and unless our examiners were also robots, they’d shake us apart to see that these blind pursuits are worthless. 

We’re born and then we grow until we accept to run a machine, and the world then calls us adults. But this twisted cooperation will be the end. 

If we divide work and devote our lives to such a division, our life will always be a division. Of course, nowadays it is too hard to unclip ourselves from the mould for all the world is so caught up in it you’d almost certainly drown alone to refute it. 

So you will study, and no matter how noble your course you will end up working in this factory, because that is the path chosen for you unless you dare risk to drown. 

And it’s ok, because it’s always worked for us. Has it? There are recurring whispers that something is wrong, and maybe that’s all the proof we need. 

It just doesn’t matter if you quit your job, stop your university course in its tracks, move abroad, change your life. These are not who we are, they are only labels we impute to create an identity, as if it were separate to who we are. But the only us is I, the person writing, and you reading. There is no right and wrong, only the pursuit of happiness, fulfilment, a whole. The cycle keeps repeating, however, and I bet you you will not do any of these little things, and maybe neither I, not now. But maybe in the coming weeks, or months, I will, and maybe one day you will too, and maybe that will start a chain.