The mismatch upon the title was intentional, in case you are wondering.
Why? Very wise question, my friend, so glad that you asked.
Ultimately, something has been bothering my lately. And that is the nuisance of the Dead Living in our apartments and commonway houses. “What is it particularly?” - you ask. Well, my dear friend, that is the inherent state within people which they reach once they have contributed enough with society, and are left to rot, ahem, I mean, to be retired.
Is it only me that gets bothered that the sole life purpose of most people was then cut away, and it only resumed to a handful of years which they “contributed” to society with their hard “work” (by paying taxes more than anything), and behaving as a good citizen, only then to be left looking jaded at mindless screens or dumbing themselves down over the phones scrolling like mad people endlessly.
What is it that they are looking for? What is it in soccer games or the Bloomberg news that leave them so hooked up with stuff? Why do they even “care” so much for all of this shift? And if even “caring” here is a strong word, because they might be just killing their time and together with it they are also killing their neurons altogether and getting lobotomized each and every day by their cassette televisional apparatuses.
A living contribution is just, afterall, paying your bills correctly, and then once your life force has been eradicated by the work force, then, receive an average pay and then just mindlessly numb and dumb yourself to the media, while you are then turned into a mass volumetric steering and staggering wheel of maneuver for the politicians that want your goddammned vote so they can in turn continue wickedly sucking the milky tits of the government funds forever, endlessly?
All due and maybe thanks to the mind-numbing apparatus which is media sometimes, the indulgence in which we have to “just live our lives”, while in turn we do expect that others take the blow and make the decisions in our place. And maybe that is the part that disgusts me the most, the sheer coavalescence and complacent with your little life. On one hand, it is actually good that such a few people might be able to feel and enjoy their retirements in a good home with food and shelter of course nonetheless! But then… is that all?! Is it really all there is to a whole goddamnned fucking life?! To end your goddamned days in front of television?
I refuse that, and maybe that is what drives me mad when I just see my old lad doing exactly that. I can’t fathom to be in such a position, seeing it as a waste, while so much is going on with the whole world, but at the same time, maybe it is my fault that I just can’t contend that this is his choice, and then I have to also start questioning myself why is it that drives me insane by seeing another person just “waste” into the sewer of his lifetime the few spare moments which one has to what I consider basically a vegetative state. Don’t them people deserve to live their lives in a more “relaxed” way? Maybe the problem is me which might actually be a lunatic or workaholic. I don’t know!
In the deep down question maybe the that thing that bothers me most is my utmost refusal to believe that all there is into a life is to “work”, “contribute with society” and “end your days peacefully doing whatever”. Why?! I know it is not like that that this happens, and people have their own free will as long as they are not hurting anybody else in the meanwhile, but so… Was the historic outcome of our entire civilization more “prolific” into a good endeavour that I consider “meaningful”, afterall?
At all of the wars which we’ve waged, civillizations that were decimated, mere shadows remain, either they lived their lives or just did something else, or died for their country, now we look back, and does it even matter? On that grand scheme of things, maybe we think that it doesn’t, but what if in reality it does something? We don’t know, if someone who had been killed before could have invented something outstanding to change our ways of life, the same way that a few living (and dead) people did contribute to inventions and society as a whole, but still… Are we really any far better off than our predecessors? We just have a few more comforts, just a few more tastes and kinds of entertainment, but we are still instilling trapped into this world, into our bodies and fucking dissatisfactions being prey to diseases and famine, of our everyday mundaine desires to constantly wish for something whatever the hell that is, we still haven’t gone over that yet. And the more we discover, the more we still want to delve deeper and indulge, and over what?
We are still in the same stellar system, albeit in another time and also another region somewhere in the cosmos, and we will perish on time or the other, so all must have been in vain? Then, again, I start questioning myself, what is truly “meaningful” anyway, and what are the conveyances of “meaning” nonetheless? Because, for me, honestly, it is not in somewhere to be found within capitalism or the like, but I guess I still haven’t really found pretty satisfying answers… Or maybe I did and I am just refusing to acknowledge them properly.
I guess we will see, my mate.
I’ll keep you all informed over this.
For the time being, please hydrate yourselves.
For now this is all that I had to say.
Stay foolish.
Bye now.
Paece.