Memes are the myths of our age, but they don’t teach courage, patience, or honor. They glorify pettiness, excuse vice, and turn toxicity into entertainment. Wrapped in irony and shared for laughs, they weave themselves into our collective consciousness. Before long, we don’t just laugh at them we live by them.
And what drives this circus? Strings. We’re all puppets now, tugged and pulled by algorithms that feed us whatever sparks the loudest reaction. Not wisdom. Not truth. Not growth. Just division, outrage, and the endless scroll of distraction. People argue not to be right, but to be heard. They disagree not out of conviction, but out of compulsion.
The saddest part is that we’ve accepted it. We’ve mistaken noise for dialogue, trends for culture, and memes for meaning. Our myths no longer point us upward; they keep us stuck, clapping and booing at the same hollow stage show.
But here’s the thing: we don’t have to be puppets. We don’t have to mistake dysfunction for identity. We can choose to build new myths stories worth passing down, lessons worth remembering, truths that outlast the trend cycle.
