The American dream, what was once the pinnacle of worldly hope, is dead. It passed away somewhere in the 90s and was discovered in 2008 when corporations were valued more than people. Left unburied, it rotted and its corpse bile created the pandemic of 2019. Rather than burying the corpse, it is scraped up and puppeted by those in power trying to get the monkeys to dance for them again, while others mop the leaking effluent off the floor, claiming to drain the swamp but in reality are just making dirty mops and swinging them at each other.
With income lower than ever relative to expenses, rent soaring, and most jobs being there to make other jobs exist, many are asking "what's the point?"
The dream died. The rat race has been revealed as pointless, and its length is not worth the amount of cheese.
I am done.
I am done dealing with corporate bullshit, where sucking up to leaders is more important than skill, ideas, or actual work.
I am done with mimicking scripts of default human, because they are inoffensive fluff designed to placate and form in and out groups as well as hierarchical pecking orders.
The world tried to bash everyone into sameness, drown them in the sea of info to make them numb, and win at making people into robots.
I reject this. I reclaim my humanity. To bypass systems that reward complacency. To wake up and see what really matters.
Currently, everything is meaningless. There is nothing new under the sun, as foolish as chasing after the wind.
But I have found meaning. Not under the sun, but by the Son, and His Father, God. We are made in His image, a Little Creator. We ate the apple of knowledge of good and evil, rather than asking for help from God to learn, grow and understand. I know I have been saved by the son from this, and can live without fear of death. I know where I am going. And for my remaining time here, I know what I am to do. For what has God called us to do than to mimic Him. To create, to proclaim it is good, and call that enough
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