Friday, January 4, 2013

The American Dream

The American dream: The endless pursuit of man-made trickeries which keep us from pursuing what we were put here to pursue. It gets us nowhere, it grants us no redemption whatsoever, no understanding, no meaning. In fact, all it does is kill off those very things that could possibly point us in the right direction. In all our achievements, we only shine a brighter light into an ever worsening fog. There is no longer such thing as a "simple man" here in America, a man who is at peace with himself with very little, for even that little bit, whatever it may be, and therefore his self within it, is as much a lie as anything. I've found that most, or at least, many "accomplished" people in this world actually DO realize this and often struggle with it, but in the end, nearly all of them say, "Fuck it! The hell with it all! What's the point if everything's so completely fucked up? I might as well live out my life with money and a bit of ease. I've got children for Christ's sakes!" Yes, the conundrum of our plight is that it is all most surely instinct and therefore as natural as can be. We all must find shelter in the storm. And what a storm it is! We have been lessened as a people and we have never needed to be more. It is always at our weakest when we must be our strongest, and at our strongest we have little sympathy for the weak. On and on it goes, faster and faster on these cold hard tracks, pitching downward into oblivion. Some of us are in first class, laughing while swirling another cocktail, some of us are locked in the bathroom, shitting our brains out, most of us are just sitting there, hardly thinking at all, our heads wobbling upon our stupid necks. Maybe you'll get up and get a pack of Doritos and a Coke? Or maybe not? Hell, maybe you never made it on the train at all? Maybe that check didn't clear and your card didn't work at the little kiosk? Who knows? The only thing we can agree on, the only thing we have in common, is that we all know it is best to enjoy whatever fragments of purity and joy we can find. Ask almost anyone why they do what they do and almost without exception their answer sounds reasonable and just, for in our own way, misguided or not, we are all in pursuit of what we think is the light. We race towards the end of that tunnel, to where we think it lies, all the while all those little slivers here and there which seep in through the walls, which once allowed us to endure, now roll by, hardly a blur. I say, either we find the hand brake and pull that sucker once and for all, or we simply hold hands and leap off. Come on, who's with me? What the hell else are we to do? 

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