I’m tired of this world.
Consume, consume, consume…
And yet I feel empty.
TV, junk food, real food, videos, games, stories, buy stuff, music, fix stuff, maintain stuff.
And then there’s work and sleep.
My soul and my heart are left behind.
Where is my purpose? My raison d’être?
I need to feel pride in what I do.
I need to be loved and accepted for who I am.
I need to be part of a group. One that’s got my back. One I can rely on.
Sure, I have my family and friends…
But that support net is way too small for this big ol’ world.
It’s like a parsley leaf clinging to a potato in a vat of boiling stew.
It has to spend most of its time alone, being sloshed about mercilessly for all of its working hours, commuting, shopping and whatever else we do out in this wild wide world.
But at least we get to come back and cling to that little potato for a couple of hours a week with a friend (if we’re lucky), or for a couple of hours in the evening with family before it’s that time again and we have to go to bed or else we won’t function the next day. Booooooring!
The next morning, the alarm jars us awake so we can get ready for another ride around the pot –
with complete strangers who don’t care about us,
with co-workers we don’t get to choose and are forced to work with,
with bosses we have to please so we get paid (and don’t lose our job),
with the corporation who wants to suck as much productivity and energy out of us for as little reward and effort on their part as possible. And God forbid you complain about anything or ask it to bend a little to meet your needs!
The corporation which is as rigid and frigid as a block of ice because it is not a person, it’s a system. How can we let an inanimate thing rule our lives? Does it understand how humans function? Does it understand our physical, mental, emotional and spiritual needs? Does it understand anything at all since it is a soul-less construction, a system, a concept that we created. A machine. Lifeless and only running because we turned it on at some point?
Wouldn’t it be nice to live in a bowl of stew, where all the veggies and meat are friends and we get to choose our neighbours. Where we work with people we like. Where we’re part of a community of like-minded people who share the daily workload so it’s less draining and onerous, and maybe even fun sometimes? Where we got each other’s back. Maybe we spend less hours working and more of them living: playing, exploring, reading, socializing, hiking and all the activities that make us want to get up in the morning?
I’d like that.