The older I grow, the more and the merrier I acknowledge the fact that the media and our western culture pushes our understanding of the good life to the brink of personal bankruptcy.
Our generation (I am talking about the last generation that escaped the womb to experience first hand the joy of Tamagotchi’s, Super Mario and the hair-craze flat iron) was the last victim of the values that were hardened on us when we were little, taught when the world was wearing a sundress – thrilling us to believe that honest hard work, long office hours, family of five kids accompanied by a dog was all the marital bliss one individual was able to achieve during one lifetime.
Twenty-something years later the same generation finds themselves as a graduate from the long drive through of ECTS credits with a damn fine diploma to bury it away somewhere in the middle of five to ten menial job credentials.
The world lies in ruins, the economy is stripped down to the bare essentials and the most conspiracy-nut jobs talk about inside jobs that were paid posthumously by Steve Jobs to corporate the whole world by giving blowjobs to the Wall-Street executives that bribe cops to kill a fellow worker for just the price of a happy meal.
You might smell a hint of exaggeration between my ramblings but nobody can’t avoid the fact that our society builds upon commercializing everything under the sun and the general public’s highway to have a happy, joyful life is to get a loan or find a loan shark to finance your dream of being in debt for the rest of your life.
I am hardly the last of the Mohicans that tries to hunt traces of freedom from the pursuit of preserved continuity, from the vast legends long told before we were ready to put our suits on and walk into the office closet in the name of prosperity. Back to the roots of the curious minds of the Renaissance.
I want to be free, to think different and capture the world as long as my pulsing heart gives me time.
There is no home like that left- most sanctums have been sold for eight pieces of soul and five days of your week. We treat every philosopher, poor stranger, asylum seeker and a free thinker as the inhumane, jobless husk of a soul not worth a dime for the society. Media directs our attention to Kardashians and the rest of the celebrity gossip. Evolution is still discussed as a theory rather than the force that molds the world we live in.
The quote by Eleanor Roosevelt has never been so true as today:
Great minds discuss ideas; average discuss events; small minds discuss people.
The community keeps baiting both sides into a open conflict, hence the riot claims more lives than spent dollars. Yet I truly believe we are on the edge of another breakthrough of our current society model. We have been riding this train of 1800’s factory worker way too long and the stop is long due. I dream of a better world.
World where we create jobs where they truly exist rather than forcing every individual into a pressurized model that does not fit ones hinges. We are not clay, we are blood, bones and guts.
Unity is assembled from the chess set pieces.
So believe me when I state this – no authority in the modern society should point which cog you should be in the clockwork of the mankind.
Keep tickin’ to your own purpose and dreams before you simply seize to exist.