We are enslaved by this cycle of life and death. Within that, we are enslaved by our fears of life and death. Within the circumference of those fears, we find our afraid of so many other things that induce pain and death and then become afraid to live our lives as we should because of the possibility of pain or death. We are enslaved to a system we have created that is supposedly going to beat the cycle of life and death and actually be worth all of the pain and suffering we have caused to ourselves and all other life in the process. We are slaves to rich men who want us to work. We slaves to the idea that we must work a 40 hour job, 5 days a week. We are slaves to the idea that without a job and without income, we aren’t worth anything and so we measure our worth with failing monetary values.
The worst part of it is that we’re told we’re free from birth; that this nonsense of ‘civilized’ society is something we have to deal with and have to accept. Why do we have to accept it? We become slaves to the concept that we must have this system or else things will be so much worse. Many of us are slaves to a God we fail to fully understand and in that fear of God and his punishment, we become afraid that without some Godly being to watch over us that we will commit all sorts of disastrous events.
And yet, with that God, people still choose the paths of least resistance and still enslave themselves to the consequences of their actions that they refuse to accept as consequence to their actions. They become slaves of blame and blame all other things except what they should blame. We become slaves to blaming our selves in certain regards, for things beyond our control. We become slaves to insecurities as others in society bully us and beat us down and then we become slaves to becoming just like them because its expected of us to do so or to just remain quiet and do nothing.
We become further slaves to the idea that this society and economy are working, with all evidence to the contrary and we become slaves to these men and women that preside over us as if they are any better or more qualified to handle decision making than anyone else. And yet, they do a job anyone could do and few want to do because it is an impossible job. We are slaves to the idea that we can control the world around us, when we can’t.
We are slaves to so many things and so few people realize how enslaved they are or how enslaved we all are to so many various things that we could control if we only learned to control ourselves and our reactions to our fears; for we are enslaved to this idea of security when the mere pursuit of security takes it away. And slaves beat their fellow slaves, ridicule their fellow slaves, look down and spit upon their fellow slaves; because we are slaves to this idea that we are better than someone and lesser than someone else when we are all equal.
We are slaves only while we choose to remain slaves, only while we choose to enslave our own minds and to keep them from seeing the truth. We are only slaves until we look beyond the ties that bind us and see the truth that sets us free. We all are freed from this cycle of life and death after so many years of indentured service and yet, we seem unable to free ourselves from our so many other shackles that we actually can free ourselves from without utter death of our selves.
But… I don’t have a job… I live with family instead of making my own way in life like I should; circumstances be damned; and I’m not contributing to this society that seems to hate my very being for speaking the truth. Hated by many, ignored by many, unloved by many, grudgingly tolerated by others. The more I speak the truth and the more I fight for a better world through the act of finding myself, the more I wind up alone both mentally and physically. I am a slave to my own sense of responsibility, my own morality, and I find myself constantly defending myself, constantly fending off insults and having people view me to be insane. But, how can what I say be worth a damn if I’m not contributing to society by having a job? What could I possibly contribute other than physical labor? What hard work is there in this world other than the work we are forced to do to survive? We work all day to make money to pay bills and buy food and water that we should already have just by living this life and being alive and then have to spend whatever money we have left over just to buy a small amount of freedom that we should already be able to have simply by being nice to each other.
Why should anyone listen to me or what I have to say since I’m not big in politics or in movies or in music? Who should listen to me since I’m not popular and respected? We live in a society where it is guilty until proven innocent and we try to pretend it’s the opposite. We are slaves to our own hopeful optimism. We are slaves to our own ignorance. We are slaves to the idea that if someone is passionate about helping others, that the person just needs to get laid; as if having sex magically makes you stop giving a fuck about other people.
I am tired of not being able to have an opinion about society just because it’s so hard for me to fit into society. I think I have more of a right to have an opinion about society for that very reason. Why the fuck should I bend and bow and scrape and suck up other peoples shit that they toss down upon my head? Why should I be counted as less than equal to someone else just because they know how to work the system or work their money or work other people to get a leg up?
Well, that’s just how it is. We are slaves to the idea that since it is the way it is, that is all it can be and all it should be; because it works well enough for certain people while they remain slaves to their own limited perspectives and perceptions of the world around them; never having walked in others shoes for too long. Well, I worked hard to make it through life and you’re young, you should be out doing something. It’s a different world I’m raised in than it was when you were raised. No, it’s not. Say’s the person who wasn’t raised with my generation, who still only sees things from their limited perspective; who has no idea of what the world is like any more because they have their corner already carved out.
We are all slaves and this is how we treat each other; this is what we do to each other; this is how we live and how we die; this is how we breathe and suffocate and roll over to inhale noxious air that poisons as we swim in toxic waters and drink our water from bottles that we take on faith of written word that are free of impurities. This is the world we’ve created for our selves to be found worthy of a life that we should be worthy of from the word go, just for being the miracle of life within this world.
This is the world we take for granted and forget the majestic and savage beauty of; forget just how vibrant and alive it is; and we kill it with each passing day and claim, ‘that’s just the way it is.’
We are slaves to our own passivity and apathy. That’s just how it is; fighting is useless; so let’s argue about it until our brains hurt and our skulls split and we get headaches from being red in the face arguing with idiots like idiots for the sake of the continuance of a shitty system of shitty people shitting down our shitty throats. That’s just the way it is. We’re slaves and this is how we treat our fellow slaves; this is how we treat our selves. This is just the way it is.
Accept it or get ostracized; accept it or have no friends; accept it or be unloved and neglected. Feed into our bad society or be destroyed by it. People forget that death is an option, but that’s just the way it is and this is what we do to our fellow slaves so we can forget for one moment that we’re also a slave and equal to all others. And then nobody takes you seriously even when you’re the most intelligent person in the room; because that’s just the way it is and you’re full of shit because this is how we treat each other and this is how we like to treat each other, even though we don’t like to be treated this way. And don’t you dare discipline us, because we will make you regret it because we are petty and that’s just the way the world is and you better accept it. Or else. Or else what? You’re going to kill me and free me from my slavery? Are you going to put me through worse than I’ve already been through and make me wish for death? Bring it.
We are slaves.