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Is It Just Me, Or...?

No one likes going to work, it’s a necessity, right - but should it be? when 260 days out of my year are devoted to encouraging the systems that repress so many and keep my own being unfulfilled I can’t help but feel anger, sadness and futility about getting up each morning. “Get a different job then, bro” I hear someone yell behind me - to which I reply, it ain’t that damn easy - plus it’s not so much about the job as it is about the system our jobs reside in. I don’t enjoy this system that forces me to spend my time working on things that don’t fucking matter or contribute anything of worth to society in order to just “live”. Sure, some people love what they do, they have a great equilibrium between what makes them happy and what makes them money - but what about the other 95% of us, how do we change the menial 9-5 into something worthwhile for ourselves and ultimately others? especially within a world that rewards our willing slavery with the destruction of our own humanity.



We work to be a part of society, a part of the first world - the great western regime of consumerism and we fucking love it. But we forget - as is intended - that our first world problems  come at a cost, and its the businessmen and bureaucrats who sit in tall, shiny buildings trading money that doesn’t exist, creating wars to stimulate the economy and solidify the system that will keep so many of us impoverished and never able to reach our full potentials as human beings. Who are these men that feel so entitled and enveloped within their own ego that they literally deal in murder, war and slavery - which deep down, we all know is true - I know this - in fact, the laptop I’m writing on right now was more than likely assembled by the hands of a Chinese girl around your age, forced into a factory job in order to stave of extreme poverty until she either dies from exhaustion or her own devices. 


I don’t understand what human being could really feel that we as a collective, sentient species are living to the best of our capabilities. Why do we humans, after so many years of “civilisation” still destroy one another, create differences and project them into our societies? Is it easier to fight one another than the ones who pull our strings? I sit here, writing, trying to find out why I feel the way I feel, and why I’m angered by the things that I see around me. It’s like this feeling of utter suffocation not only because I’ve been indoctrinated to feel like I need to assimilate to the system that is destroying our planet but also from my own standards and systems that I impose on my own self because of said system - and I think -  am I going to be one of those crazy old dudes that holds signs preaching about the illuminati? Why is no one else screaming out how insane this world is - are we really content to just put on another Netflix episode? Are we all cool knowing that 3 million people, mostly kids, are trafficked for sex and slavery literally right now and that human trafficking is an actual industry that makes $35 billion dollars annually. Are we fine with eating the meat of an animal caged from birth, confined to a pen of its own piss and shit, inseminated, force fed fat through a tube rendering them immobile, then shot in the head because an animal is no longer an actual being its a commodity to be mass produced for our own convenience. Are we really okay knowing that our phones, our clothes and our laptops were made in factories where there are literal nets outside of the windows to catch people that would rather kill themselves than work another 15 hour day for enough money to buy tomorrows dinner for their family knowing they will never, ever leave a life of poverty.



I think we are content with these atrocities because to be honest, we’re just marginally better off - we are still slaves because we work 5 days a week or more to pay for the ‘convenience of living’ we are told this system provides us. This system provides money, money to buy food, to pay our bills, to buy nice things, to buy education - but what are we really paying for? I don’t believe the human psyche is made for this system. This system tells us to be selfish, it tells us to be weary of those not like us, it tells us that systems are in place for our own safety, not to be questioned. It sedates us, it numbs us and we let it, because its easier than realising we’re not free. 



I write this, knowing that I have to play my part in the system tomorrow morning, catching a train to work, to spend eight hours of my day making money so that I can live another day to buy the cheapest meat at the supermarket across the road because it’s conveniently affordable - that I will continue this cycle for another week until the system I’m in has allowed me two days grace before it begins all over again. I don’t know what it is I want to truely do with my life - but I know this isn’t it - I want change and I’m screaming out for anyone else who wants that too because I think thats another illusion of the system - it makes us feel alone, that our ideas best kept inside and never spoken for fear of being even more isolated that we already are. I know this article is a little nonsensical but I’m hoping even something small within it resonates with you, perhaps you feel the same? maybe you have some knowledge you can share with me?  Where do we begin, what can we do, how do we ignite change? are you truly happy with the system?

Or maybe I just really hate going to work.