Squandered
Spectator to a person's life you have once known.
A small house with garden, green in the back as well as in the front. A big chestnut tree in the backyard on the border to the property of the neighboring yard, some children's toys can be seen lying in the grass.
All looks fine and clean and well-maintained.
The car can be found in the carport or parking nearby in the street. It's a pretty recent type, and even not a poorly one, probably it's purchased on credit.
Sure somebody most earn a lot to afford this...
Looking into the deep, you recognize his father's house besides next to it. The maintaining looks similar to it. Only the backyard is greater, there's more property that can be seen due to age and time working, being able to acquire belongings.
Memories of a few years earlier cross the mind... Comparing them to what you find in the present, it raises a waterfall of questions.
How did that come? How did somebody embrace the bourgeois lifestyle who once spoke pretty much against it?
What has happened in the meantime?
It's like a nightmare coming true and a manifestation of what people always warn you about.
Does that mean what it's always called like "getting older"? Do all people, when they age, bury their ideals, or were these ideals serious at all? A phenomenon of puberty?
Does it make you happy living the same life as your father, working for your father?
Does it make you happy being bound by a wife, being bound by a child and by all that stuff that you call your own?
Did you finish school with higher graduation just to end up in the same town like your parents, living next door to them? Gaining profit from what they have built up during their lives?
Where did your talking stay about wanting to make the world a better place? Where does someone see your political intelligence now?
Or did you just surrender to the impression that it doesn't matter what you do?
Have you realized your lifestyle is costly?
Or did you believe in it for a time and now you're trapped in a cage and you don't know the way out? You keep going on because other doors are closed to you?
It rather seems implausible that a once starry-eyed idealist can be happy in a life like this.
A small house with garden, green in the back as well as in the front. A big chestnut tree in the backyard on the border to the property of the neighboring yard, some children's toys can be seen lying in the grass.
All looks fine and clean and well-maintained.
The car can be found in the carport or parking nearby in the street. It's a pretty recent type, and even not a poorly one, probably it's purchased on credit.
Sure somebody most earn a lot to afford this...
Looking into the deep, you recognize his father's house besides next to it. The maintaining looks similar to it. Only the backyard is greater, there's more property that can be seen due to age and time working, being able to acquire belongings.
Memories of a few years earlier cross the mind... Comparing them to what you find in the present, it raises a waterfall of questions.
How did that come? How did somebody embrace the bourgeois lifestyle who once spoke pretty much against it?
What has happened in the meantime?
It's like a nightmare coming true and a manifestation of what people always warn you about.
Does that mean what it's always called like "getting older"? Do all people, when they age, bury their ideals, or were these ideals serious at all? A phenomenon of puberty?
Does it make you happy living the same life as your father, working for your father?
Does it make you happy being bound by a wife, being bound by a child and by all that stuff that you call your own?
Did you finish school with higher graduation just to end up in the same town like your parents, living next door to them? Gaining profit from what they have built up during their lives?
Where did your talking stay about wanting to make the world a better place? Where does someone see your political intelligence now?
Or did you just surrender to the impression that it doesn't matter what you do?
Have you realized your lifestyle is costly?
Or did you believe in it for a time and now you're trapped in a cage and you don't know the way out? You keep going on because other doors are closed to you?
It rather seems implausible that a once starry-eyed idealist can be happy in a life like this.