posted on Jul, 22 2008 @ 02:02 PM
Wake up, get clothes on, grab a granola bar before rushing out the door. To work we go. Half hour to and from work. 8.5 hours at the job (half hour
lunch break). Go home, eat dinner. By the time it's all done, approximately 12 hours have passed. 8 hours of sleep means 4 hours to myself each
day. I could use this time to do things I SHOULD be doing. Things like cleaning the house, finishing my garden, taking care of the bills, perhaps
working towards something that may offer me a better future. That's what I should be doing, but I don't. I'm tired. I've been working all day.
"I'll do it tomorrow" becomes a familiar line.
Usually after a day's work in the coal mines (figuratively), I just feel like relaxing. I want to forget about my mundane life for a while. What
are my options? Well, we typically relax via some form of entertainment. TV, video games, reading a book, hanging out at the bar, playing a sport
every once in a while. Reading conspiracy forums. Drugs (legal or otherwise). You could sum it up with one word: Escapism.
This is life huh? No, it's not. It's survival. We plug away another day so that we can eat, work, sleep, consume, and then try to forget about it
before waking up and doing it all over again.
If I wanted to, I could go a step further and start a family as well. But I wouldn't have much time for them. With only 4 hours to myself a day,
would I then split that up into 2 for myself, 2 for the family? Realistically, if I wanted to keep my family, I'd take no time for myself at all.
As a result, I'd be stuck with whatever career I had at the time, thereby locking away forever any unused potential not directly applicable to my
job.
And who would be raising my kids? To survive comfortably, both parents must work. So the kids are raised by the state, church, babysitter, TV...
frickin Barney the dinosaur. Those things would have more time with my kids than I would. I would be PAYING OTHERS to have the pleasure of raising
my children. And for what? So that they can grow up and take their places in the assembly line of society? No thanks. I won't put another soul
through that.
If it weren't for our ability to be creative, I don't think we would even be human. I often stay up into the wee hours of the morning creating
artwork or coming up with new theories at the expense of my sleep and sanity. I often find myself neglecting my responsibilities just so that I can
feel a little more alive. I arrive at work later and later, caring a bit less each day.
Living is being creative. It's experiencing new things, coming up with new thoughts and ideas. Yet survival always takes precedence. Shouldn't be
a problem right? 21st century right? Hah!
You would think that after so many thousand years of civilization and technological advances we would have had it figured out by now. But no. We're
still just building pyramids for the pharaohs, and we feel forced to do so based on our very survival.
Where's my exodus? Where's my promised land?