Please forgive me as I never speak openly about these personal issues near and dear to my heart, and I may have never if wasn’t for the sudden and almost instinctual urge to scream from the top of my lungs over any little inconvenience today. We all have those days, right? You wake up way past your alarm and every second in the morning is a goose chase of catch up so that you can make it half on time for whatever obligation you have that day. The specific obligation doesn’t really matter, just pick one from the list and we’ve got a set of brand new problems waiting to be tackled! You get in your car, drive off no more than two blocks and find yourself in a cluster fuck of cars going 10 MPH, because we’ve all got somewhere important to be.
Here, There, and Everywhere. Everything is so important to everyone all the time. But it’s irking me now. When I wake up on a weekend sacrificing it to go put in more hours in an office, there’s a voice in my head. “What are you even doing all of this for?” It’s a sad testimony I make today, because for the past year I haven’t been able to answer that with any sense of conviction or contentment. I mean, think about it. When was the last time you enjoyed yourself without thinking of twenty other responsibilities in the forefront of your mind. I would say in the back of your mind, but let’s be honest, they’re in the forefront. When did we become so hyper fixated on being esteemed as the best worker? The best hustler? I’m all for prolific behaviors that lead us to our goals but it’s getting to the point in our lives where most of our youthful energy is being drained towards responsibilities that have nothing to do with our passions or loves. So, I guess I’m racking my brain wondering… How do we stop it?
How do we stop being drained by a society that punishes you for not killing yourself in the work field? How can we make it so that when we sit down and engage in conversation with the people we want to be around, we aren’t neglecting their own time and energy due to the not so distant dread of us having to be up in the morning. How do we simply exist and consider ourselves enough just because we are? I pose these questions here as if I have any answers to give. I’m no Mark Fisher, and I’m not pretentious enough to fake an explanation. What I will say is that we, the working folk, are tired.
I never thought I’d be in a position where I had to scream, “Hey! I need a break!” But here we are. And if I don’t scream about it, I’ll cry about it. No one wants that.
Create. We’re wasting all this energy anyways.
never stop creating!