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On occasion, I want to sacrifice reasonable, long-term good decisions on an alter of sweaty, bloody, oversexed bodies and party with a recklessness that would alarm even the most depraved. I want to worship Bacchus in sticky, sweaty, bloody orgies fueled by a need to drown the night in ecstasy and abandon.
In truth, I fear losing the part of myself that lives a life of infinite possibilities in a world which demands that I discard my dreams in favor of living a life of capitalist conformity. Money buys health, property, and stability. It also buys conformity and chains. The wealthy aren't free. They are beholden to continue the habits which have earned them their wealth. Those habits include performing certain social roles which suit those others who help to maintain wealth.
My fancy to return to a life of abandon is the result of this fear. It may well be that I want nothing more than to immolate myself on a flame of short lived glory, but isn't that better than a long life of sacrificed dreams?
In truth, I fear losing the part of myself that lives a life of infinite possibilities in a world which demands that I discard my dreams in favor of living a life of capitalist conformity. Money buys health, property, and stability. It also buys conformity and chains. The wealthy aren't free. They are beholden to continue the habits which have earned them their wealth. Those habits include performing certain social roles which suit those others who help to maintain wealth.
My fancy to return to a life of abandon is the result of this fear. It may well be that I want nothing more than to immolate myself on a flame of short lived glory, but isn't that better than a long life of sacrificed dreams?