The days we find ourselves standing in line waiting for our life to "finally get here," is the line we find ourselves in because we are busy being safe. Safe with the 401k, kids, family, our parents, society, politics. We wait on the constant of fear. Fear of failure, thoughts, judgements and falling down.
We campout inside of the false sense of security of "doing it right." We watch TV shows about people leaving their jobs and going to an island to live and say "I would love to do that one day." And yet most of us will never even take the trip to visit.
Living or dying inside of the wish. Dying inside of the savings account or waiting for our parents to die. Living within the space of a job, health insurance and school systems. Always worried about rocking a boat we don't even realize we aren't driving.
The facade of security is actually the chains around our hands and feet. This security is a myth because the society we live in makes us believe it exists, yet we are one pink slip from being homeless.
Standing within the insanity of losing everything that we have worked so hard for, just to stand in muted fear of someone taking away the very thing that holds our mouths shut, our feet planted and our minds numb of life.
We wear the same clothes, have the same hair, raise the same kids and sit on the same chairs, all living and believing that we are following our purpose... never to wake up to the fact that we are inside of every day fueling another day in the life of nothing important.
We judge the homeless to make believe we aren't just a little jealous that they have no thumb on their head. We scoff at the poor asking "why didn't they go to college or get the job that will give them what I have," not realizing that their life is no less miserable. All of it is within the perspective of ignoring one's soul...or are they?
All of it is about waking, walking, eating, sleeping and doing it all over again the next day and next day and next day, until our children wish to do something once we die and they don't have to take care of us and visit anymore.
We all live or die to make it.... I guess then, the biggest question is, what is "it?"
A house, a car, a vacation once a year? A flat screen? going out to dinner? security?
The definition for each of us is different. For so many of us we need medication to allow society's "it" to become our "it." For so many of us, we still the fire within us, the stirring of our soul with Meth, Heroin, alcohol, cigarettes, shopping, sex...just to quiet the jolt of knowing "this isn't for me."
People are killing themselves well after they have already deemed themselves dead. They are overdosing on the pain that this society and norm has done to their soul and then acting on the death by killing their bodies with the medication of the day.
We judge, we scoff, we roll our eyes at people who don't fit in, are different, who don't blend...and then wonder why when they can't take one more painful day, take a drug to take them as far away from here as they can get.....
Stop wondering...
The pendulum of "normal" is shifting to include those of us that don't succumb or subscribe to society's insanity. Little Houses, pilgrimages the counter culture that is emerging is screaming, "we don't subscribe to this anymore!" and I love it.
Challenge and change instead of dying before your death. Make Life instead of killing yourselves with medications of silence.
We campout inside of the false sense of security of "doing it right." We watch TV shows about people leaving their jobs and going to an island to live and say "I would love to do that one day." And yet most of us will never even take the trip to visit.
Living or dying inside of the wish. Dying inside of the savings account or waiting for our parents to die. Living within the space of a job, health insurance and school systems. Always worried about rocking a boat we don't even realize we aren't driving.
The facade of security is actually the chains around our hands and feet. This security is a myth because the society we live in makes us believe it exists, yet we are one pink slip from being homeless.
Standing within the insanity of losing everything that we have worked so hard for, just to stand in muted fear of someone taking away the very thing that holds our mouths shut, our feet planted and our minds numb of life.
We wear the same clothes, have the same hair, raise the same kids and sit on the same chairs, all living and believing that we are following our purpose... never to wake up to the fact that we are inside of every day fueling another day in the life of nothing important.
We judge the homeless to make believe we aren't just a little jealous that they have no thumb on their head. We scoff at the poor asking "why didn't they go to college or get the job that will give them what I have," not realizing that their life is no less miserable. All of it is within the perspective of ignoring one's soul...or are they?
All of it is about waking, walking, eating, sleeping and doing it all over again the next day and next day and next day, until our children wish to do something once we die and they don't have to take care of us and visit anymore.
We all live or die to make it.... I guess then, the biggest question is, what is "it?"
A house, a car, a vacation once a year? A flat screen? going out to dinner? security?
The definition for each of us is different. For so many of us we need medication to allow society's "it" to become our "it." For so many of us, we still the fire within us, the stirring of our soul with Meth, Heroin, alcohol, cigarettes, shopping, sex...just to quiet the jolt of knowing "this isn't for me."
People are killing themselves well after they have already deemed themselves dead. They are overdosing on the pain that this society and norm has done to their soul and then acting on the death by killing their bodies with the medication of the day.
We judge, we scoff, we roll our eyes at people who don't fit in, are different, who don't blend...and then wonder why when they can't take one more painful day, take a drug to take them as far away from here as they can get.....
Stop wondering...
The pendulum of "normal" is shifting to include those of us that don't succumb or subscribe to society's insanity. Little Houses, pilgrimages the counter culture that is emerging is screaming, "we don't subscribe to this anymore!" and I love it.
Challenge and change instead of dying before your death. Make Life instead of killing yourselves with medications of silence.
