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4.05.2005
I find the current crop of "adults" to be pretty pathetic. I can only assume its the result of growing up in a world where you can have anything you want, and the world has been presented to you from day one as a shiny playground of earthly delights, each carefully marketed to appeal to your particular brand of "being". You need only decide "who you are" and surround yourself with the proper accessories -- leaf blowers, riding lawmowers, motorcycles, big ass pickup trucks, kids, wife, big screen televisions... and it goes on and on. Day after day these "adults" wander from store to store looking for the next defining consumer experience. All the while ignoring their own life experiences. And I just loathe the sense of fucking entitlement that some people have. How dare you stand between them and their toys. How dare you even suggest that their little fantasy world is destroying the lives of others and causing irrevocable harm to the world on which we live? "Why can't I have everything I desire?" I know it sounds melodramatic, but the reason is that you'll lose your soul, you'll be a soulless child for your entire life here on earth. And I don't refer to the soul in a religious sense, because these "adults" loves them some religion. Because it promises that the party here on earth will continue on even after they've kicked the bucket. Today's religious appeal is simply an extension of the consumer mindset. Just add "eternal life among the clouds" to the shopping list. I say soul, the inner person that you are when you're not chasing after "lifestyles". We've become individualized. We are told that unless we move out and start a life of rapid consumption we've failed to "grow up". When did that become our defining rite of passage? Can we even still define our lives in the absence of material life? The ideas of "community" and "sacrifice" have become obsolete, because we're all convinced that our individual decisions have no consequences, and that we don't need to share responsibilty with anyone. We firmly believe that this is a world without limits and that those who forsake our god granted right to pursue gluttony are simple not "trying hard enough". Everything in moderation, nothing in excess. We've tossed that concept on its head and shook it for loose change. Moderation is for losers, the very idea that we can find more with less is an absurdity that has been burried beneath those pretty ruins. I desire, therefore I am. But we let so little into our hearts. We let so little define our lives. We scoff at ideas, concepts, theories, and philosophies except where we can find them useful to push product. We are frightened to be alone with our own thoughts, realizing that the emptiness we hear is an echo. I think we missed an exit somewhere and we keep circling back to where we've been. The point of wealth is the accumulation of ever more wealth so that we all die with our own little piles of stuff; but we contrubuted little to the world around us. We even resent that we should give a little for the betterment of anyone around us. If we can't value self-betterment, why should we value cultural betterment? Civilizations with less did more with it. The accumulation of wealth and material goods used to be a burden, that when conquered would free us to pursue greater goals; the building of institutions, the enjoyment of culture and traditions, and the edification of self. But we've just ratcheted up the process and keep passing GO. Collect $200 |
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