You ever just sit back, look at what’s going on in the world, and wonder, “Am I the only one seeing this?” Because honestly, that’s where I’m at right now. Everywhere I turn, it’s somebody singing, dancing, shaking half-naked on social media, fighting over gossip, or chasing a reality TV moment, while outside our windows the world is literally falling apart. And I’m sitting here asking myself—how can anybody truly be entertained right now?

We got families being ripped apart, wars and violence tearing through communities, and racism running rampant on every side. But instead of waking up to reality, too many of us are busy playing into the exact game that’s designed to keep us distracted. We’re worried about TikTok dances, reality TV beefs, and who wore what on stage, when in real life, people are struggling just to keep their dignity. I’m sorry, but that makes no sense to me.

And here’s the thing: I’m not against fun. I’m not saying everybody has to walk around heavy-hearted, silent, or depressed because the world is hard right now. Joy has its place. But what I don’t understand is this obsession with entertainment at the expense of our self-respect. It feels like we’ve traded our integrity for likes and applause from mega companies that don’t even care about us. They profit off us acting foolish, while still not giving us the respect or rights we deserve. And we keep showing up, smiling, and dancing for them like everything is fine. That’s the part that breaks me.

It hurts even more when I see my own Black people falling into this trap the hardest. We are the ones battling so much oppression, so much systemic disrespect, and yet we’re also the main ones jumping online to degrade ourselves for the world’s amusement. Fighting on Instagram Live, making music videos with nothing but skin showing, clowning on reality TV—meanwhile, they’re cashing checks off of our image while laughing behind closed doors. And what do we get back? Racism in the workplace. Profiling in the streets. Disrespect in the media. Stripped of dignity in the court system.

Tell me how that’s a fair trade. Because I don’t see it.

See, I grew up with people who taught me to value dignity and integrity above everything else. And maybe that’s why I can’t get with the whole “do anything for attention” vibe that’s running wild these days. If I can’t hold my head up high and be respected as a woman, then I don’t want the spotlight. I don’t want the fame if it costs me my soul. And that’s exactly what I see too many people doing—selling their soul for a chance at visibility, not even realizing that same visibility is the tool being used to keep us blind.

I keep coming back to this thought: we’ve lost our way with God. Somewhere along the road, we got convinced that clout was more valuable than character. That applause from strangers was better than approval from God. That being known was more important than being righteous. And now look at us—dancing while the house is on fire, chasing likes while our families and communities are crumbling.

And I’ll be real—it’s embarrassing. Because deep down, we know better. We come from strong people who endured too much for us to turn around and willingly perform the same clown show the world always wanted to see from us. Instead of breaking stereotypes, we’re feeding them. Instead of building each other up, we’re tearing each other down. Instead of waking up to reality, we’re numbing ourselves with the latest entertainment distraction.

So I ask again: how can anybody really be happy with all this? How can you laugh, dance, and gossip when people are literally being persecuted, mistreated, and divided every single day? Maybe it’s just me, but I can’t find peace in that. I can’t sit here and act like it’s normal.

And don’t get me wrong, I’m not sitting in judgment over anybody. If that’s what you choose, that’s your life. But me? I choose differently. I choose to hold onto my dignity. I choose to keep my eyes open to what’s happening around me. I choose to walk with integrity even if it means I don’t get the applause, even if it means I don’t fit in with the trend. Because at the end of the day, when this world really shows its hand, the trends won’t save you. The companies won’t protect you. And the applause won’t matter. What will matter is whether you kept your soul intact.

So if you’re reading this, let me just say: I’m not asking you to give up joy. I’m not asking you to never laugh or sing or dance again. What I’m asking is that you think. That you ask yourself, “Why am I doing this? Who is benefitting from me doing this? Is this uplifting me, my people, or my God?” Because if the answer is no, maybe it’s time to step back and redirect.

We can’t afford to lose ourselves anymore. We can’t afford to keep being the entertainment while America tears us apart behind the curtain. We can’t keep feeding the beast and expecting it to love us back. At some point, we gotta wake up and say, “No more.”

I know it’s not the popular opinion. I know it’s not the glamorous path. But it’s the truth. And sometimes, the truth ain’t entertaining. But it is freeing.

Peace, Jamar

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