Living a dual reality - in flesh and concrete or in a hazy dreamworld- is not so bad. Each makes the other bearable. Both are part of the fabric our minds weave and we call “life”. We struggle so hard to feel alive, our limbs feel like lead, but the blood still pumps through our hearts, our heads. My hands still feel things I’m told are dead. My eyes still shine with a tremor of fading light. My fist still clenches though I see no enemy here to fight. With all this searching, still, is there nothing to find? Is this dying, or becoming alive? Am I thoughtless, or immersed in an ocean of mind?
You gotta fight for your humanity… Today we grow up and essentially become economic units. Your worth, your life, is all dependant on a magical number that doesn’t even exist in any tangible form any more.
You gotta fight back. It’s more than economic inequality, or corporate greed. It’s humanity. It’s standing up for the people in third world countries who work in horrible conditions so we can get our cheap plastic shit. It’s for all the great minds and thinkers swallowed by student debt or the inability to get an education in the first place. It’s for our children who don’t learn to think anymore, just learn to strategize how to make the next big bucks. It’s the poor, the homeless and marginalized who are sacrificed for fucking power hungry status ego monsters that feed on money. It’s the horrors capitalism has wrought on human life and the environment. It’s so much more than what it seems like it is on the news. I hope you can understand this.
It’s for the spirit of humanity. The spirit of curiosity, innovation, love. The miracles of science, unhindered by money or interests of profit. It’s time to let go of this period. It’s time to move on. We don’t need this system. Everything we do or own, exists independant of money. Money is a symbolic entity. It’s okay to be scared. I’m terrified. But I love all of you. I love the spirit of our fight. I stand in solidarity for your struggles wherever you are. I hope one day everyone will know this feeling of togetherness.
I’m fighting because I’m human, not a fucking capital asset. And neither are you. I LOVE YOU. YOU CAN DO THIS. WE will do this.
Fear fades. Hate wanes. Love saves.
There is a story, a history in the making, so beautiful and magnificent words can’t describe it. But if I had to call it something, I’d call it freedom, peace, love, unity… equality, joy, sharing, learning, growing. And I know it’s possible because I’ve felt it and known it, and I know you feel it too. Remember, remember, I know you can.
Freedom isn’t breaking from the order of nature, it’s discovering that order within you.
Why does everyone in society judge those who “aren’t doing anything with their life”? What does doing something with you life mean anyway? Conforming to society’s ideal of success? And what the fuck is “success”? A nice job? A good “education”? Does anyone ever think about where their thoughts on this come from? It was something taught to us. The value of hard work, the good work ethic. But so many work hard and get nothing. Success it seems, depends on how lucky you get in the capitalist system. From the get go, it dictates that many will fail, some will make it out alright, and a select few will prosper. Does the manual labourer not work just as hard as someone sitting in an office chair? They work very hard, but probably won’t ever have the prestige attached to the successful businessperson. The whole idea of what’s “successful” in society is a really biased, childish view in my opinion. Who is anyone to define success? It seems to me success is to indoctrinate yourself into an occupation that benefits the powers that exploit us- oh, you’re a high-up person at [insert corrupt corporation/bank here*], congratulations! It’s wonderful you’re carving out such a great living yet ignoring the consequences the company you work for has on social or environmental welfare. And why the fuck do we accept a system that lets so few prosper and the majority not? Let’s face it. We are not born equal in this society (Western society is the specific one I’m referring to). Why do we passively wake up every morning and go to jobs we hate so we can buy stupid shit or a nice house in the suburbs that defines success? That’s the most absurd fucking thing I’ve ever conceived of in my life. The whole world is fucked. We invented money- a purely symbolic entity, invisible. And yet it rules the world as if it were a weapon or a dictator. Why? It’s time to move on. This system is primitive and utterly absurd. Many years in the future, people will laugh at capitalism (or at least our current manifestation of it) like we laugh or cringe at the cruel and bigoted or just plain stupid historical epochs of the past.
