Slave to the System?

Manufactured lifestyle for promoted capitalism disguised as everyday life.

Allow me to elaborate. If you're someone who works through the week and looks forward to the weekend so you can go out, eat, catch a movie and buy some popcorn, you're the victim and you don't even know it. The 'slave to the system' is you. The world is running on brand power. Shop till you drop. Earn to spend. Study. High School. College (with or without a huge student loan). Find someone, go out, spend time outside doing the above, work harder, get married, work even harder, buy/rent a house, work still harder, have a kid or, perhaps, kids. Watch cartoons that sell action figures, water-bottles, lunch boxes, games, expensive toys that children absolutely must have or else be rebuked and have no friends. Seem familiar? Does it sound like something you are doing or even going to be doing in the very near future?

Yes, that seems like the “perfect" life. Is it really? When did enjoying some mountain air in the middle of nowhere while there is still some greenery left on the Earth become plan B? It's not always cheap. The will is all you need.

Yes, choose the alternative route and somehow it seems darker, lonelier, and even makes you wonder if you made the right choice. The urge to give in is huge, yet, you think about why you did it in the first place. Why you want to be different. Not blend in. No Skrillex, no Miley Cyrus, no Justin Bieber, no bullshit because some retards next door with no mind of their own think it's “cool” and blow money to go watch some random person push buttons on a console.

There is a world within the world you see. Underpinned by conscious, well-seeking persons with personalities of their own, there is a chance to be different, even yourself. It's not really hard once you get off your ass and begin to look for it. The first step is always the hardest. But then you realise the next few steps are hard as well. Eventually one step could almost kill you but you take that 'leap of faith' anyway. And then you're there. And things are much clearer... Oh, how I wish I could get there. These steps seem never ending. But I'm beginning to accept I won't be making it out alive, because, guess what? No one will, eventually.