I was
looking out the window
this morning
from the
kitchen at the office.
Staring
into the little open space
between
buildings.
Smack in the
middle of the city.
And I could
only think:
this is not
the life I want.
Far from
it.
This is a
substandard compromise.
This is too
far away
from the
place I wanted to end up.
And worse
it doesn’t
seem like I’m going to that place
anytime
soon
or ever.
I refuse to
believe
that it’s
the way of life.
That the
only way to live
a balanced
life, is
to live a
prescribed life.
I don’t
want the fears that were so
carefully
instilled or
surgically
inserted
by the
ruling mechanisms
to actually
govern my choices.
Society is
nothing
without the
excess of individuality.
Without
divergence.
Don’t let
anyone make you feel
less about
yourself
only
because you stray
from the
path of average.
This was
only outlined to serve
a purpose
that is not yours.
While you
are working your hard
and
stressful
and mostly
meaningless hours
on the job
only to
keep yourself
and your
family alive
for 80 odd
years
someone
else is getting
filthy
rich.
And I mean
disturbingly
so.
I don’t see
what is fair
about that.
Or why this
should be accepted
for the
greater good.
Maybe this
is the kind of social hierarchy
that will
be considered
as barbaric
in the future.
Much like
we now look at
slavery, racism and
genocide.
But then
again
our official
disdain for such matters
has not
stop us from practicing
yet.
Things get
juggled and rephrased
to better
fit the administrative patois.
But nothing
is truly abolished.
Should you
one day decide
to leave
your office
for good,
a variant
of this thought
might linger
at the bottom of it.
Why comply?
It is in every
way
a good resolution.