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What if everyone showed an interest in finding what more there is to squeeze out of life?
We are so modernized with our banks and our cars and our expensive shoes. We are special right, perhaps better even? I feel the need to indulge in product that has been marketed in such a way to make the consumer believe he/she will feel they receive an instant, ernest gratification upon purchase; sometimes I lose myself in this place too. Oh, but there is more isn't there? It isn't truth; it is misdirection. Suddenly I feel ashamed and it is a relevant shame. I should be ashamed. What a wasteful, wasteful use of time and energy. Sure we all want these things but is that human nature? Or, is it a brilliant training we have all undergone, unaware.
At what cost should things come to us? Should they come at the cost of others? Should they come at the cost of our very own sanity? Should they some at the cost of our own happiness and security?
What a fine bunch of idiots we are.
Women and men alike awe at the pencil thin girls and models on every "reality" show and magazine cover. They buy into the bullshit that beauty is judged and determined by a fucking industry. An industry that cares to do nothing but suck up revenue and self esteem from everything with a set of tits to cover with one of their blouses. It sickens me. In turn we have bulimia and eating disorders. Ah, another potential buyer.
I have realized that to most people good health isn't a goal it is a byproduct of a more aesthetic goal.
I can't believe the abuse I have put my own body through. I've poisoned it with everything that you can recreationally poison your body with. I feel like a fool for that. I owe my body so much better.
Its been so long since I've had a rational and deep thought that it comes as a suprise to even me. Something has come over me and it is not a "here today, gone tomorrow" feeling. It can't be. It feels too good. Like opening your eyes after a long and unwelcome sleep. One that has been induced and I have had to fight out of.
What is important to me has just been reevaluated and reaffirmed.
Fuck this mediocre unfulfilling life I have been living. This life full of black out nights and "out of sight out of mind" mentality. I do this my own way from now on. There is no more pressure.
We are so modernized with our banks and our cars and our expensive shoes. We are special right, perhaps better even? I feel the need to indulge in product that has been marketed in such a way to make the consumer believe he/she will feel they receive an instant, ernest gratification upon purchase; sometimes I lose myself in this place too. Oh, but there is more isn't there? It isn't truth; it is misdirection. Suddenly I feel ashamed and it is a relevant shame. I should be ashamed. What a wasteful, wasteful use of time and energy. Sure we all want these things but is that human nature? Or, is it a brilliant training we have all undergone, unaware.
At what cost should things come to us? Should they come at the cost of others? Should they come at the cost of our very own sanity? Should they some at the cost of our own happiness and security?
What a fine bunch of idiots we are.
Women and men alike awe at the pencil thin girls and models on every "reality" show and magazine cover. They buy into the bullshit that beauty is judged and determined by a fucking industry. An industry that cares to do nothing but suck up revenue and self esteem from everything with a set of tits to cover with one of their blouses. It sickens me. In turn we have bulimia and eating disorders. Ah, another potential buyer.
I have realized that to most people good health isn't a goal it is a byproduct of a more aesthetic goal.
I can't believe the abuse I have put my own body through. I've poisoned it with everything that you can recreationally poison your body with. I feel like a fool for that. I owe my body so much better.
Its been so long since I've had a rational and deep thought that it comes as a suprise to even me. Something has come over me and it is not a "here today, gone tomorrow" feeling. It can't be. It feels too good. Like opening your eyes after a long and unwelcome sleep. One that has been induced and I have had to fight out of.
What is important to me has just been reevaluated and reaffirmed.
Fuck this mediocre unfulfilling life I have been living. This life full of black out nights and "out of sight out of mind" mentality. I do this my own way from now on. There is no more pressure.