Sick World

In a world selling you your own existence, just taking a breath in and out can be exhausting. We are a breed of achievers, now, more than ever. Comfort at our fingertips...we are worth it, we say, worshiping individuality, blinded to the fact that we stand on a pedestal made of quick sand of greed...sinking in gradually as our eyes are captivated by bright lights and ears drowned in self coddling rhymes. We purchase the flimsy facade of false freedom...but at what cost?

The ones who jump off this pedestal, land on the cold hard surface of reality ..blood, broken bones and broken spirits ...questioning, was it worth it? You fight for your existence and respect, for what's true in your heart. Mighty Goliaths of greed try to trample you, belittle you...still you fight back, never back down, determination, in each step. You are an anomaly, you suffer discomfort for your own oddity. Still you persist, one determined step at a time. The battle at the bottom is relentless...but it is fuelled by free will and a sense of clarity... The cost is high but the reward is your dignity. 

It's no longer a rat race, for rats do not race against each other for a living... Having more, wanting more, yearning day and night... an unholy daily ritual of this forsaken life. A world of excess where enough is not enough. Scarcity and envy- the new building blocks of our Society. Distraction is its weapon and your authenticity, its enemy.