The Tilted Plain
“At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves” ~Chuck Palahniuk
It is not by chance where our hapless souls should end up, the choices we make in our short aeon of living construct our bittersweet ending. It is not by fate that we are born millionaires, movie gods, or zoologists - it’s by the time we’ve spent piecing the infinite puzzle of life together to create our sole purpose, or destiny. Along the way, we make bad decisions and mistakes, we learn from wrong doings and mend our ways to a purer tomorrow. It is not by accident that we discover our innerbeing, self-revelation is found only with purposeful actions to follow our dreams and become success stories.
In psychology, there exists a dogmatic theory called the Ghost in the Machine, which means every human is born with a soul that makes it’s own choices and will in turn prove to better the cosmic balance. The modern denial of human nature is gone and we have welcomed the modern world to henceforth deny our nature. As humans destined to evolve, as carnivores and destroyers of the world, as violent scavengers - we lost tune to the station of purpose.
“I see the strongest and the smartest men who have ever lived… and these men are pumping gas and waiting tables”
How can dreams become realities when our minds are on a daily basis consumed with worry and plight of mortgages, banktrupcy, global warming, axies of evil, terror! We are no longer a society of dreamers and heroes, we are a world overcome by a man with a dream, we all fight for one man to secure his happiness. Where’s the fun in that?
“It’s only after you lose everything that you’re free to do anything”
I’ll tell you, after losing what appears to be everything and being resurrected in nothing, after tasting something, that something that once seemed so trivial and trite tastes so much sweeter after skimming the perverbial bottom. Nothing is static; nothing matters if nothing’s a bother.
Life is too short to be spent as a slave to corporate orangutans, profiting off the hardworking people of wherever. We are not all born to be successful, but there was a time when the bar wasn’t set as high and everyone was able to be equal. The tilted plain, the majority will tilt the winners to the top, the majority being the unwilling indiginous suburbanites working to profit the winners or corporate executives driving expensive cars due to increased expenditures.
I say take a step back in evolution, quit trying to advance so far. I say overthrow the stock exchange, take to the streets like an Italian revolution. I say destroy what makes power, what cripples on can empower another depending on the amounts in one’s skyrocket. Liberia’s defecit is America’s least concern, but what if it wasn’t? What if the world were drowned again, what if disaster and re-uniting was what we needed. Piss on the gospel, I’m not preaching anti-christ and godsend, I’m saying a natural disaster can always bring about unity.
The world was once a beautiful place, there was never harmony but at least there was life worth living. Topple skyscrapers and lay fields of corn, tear out the freeways and lay-in emerald pasteurs, re-route to remain in existence. Destiny to me - finding purpose without these thoughts barreling down, to be happy without being concerned. Steps taken to achieve this - find the simple things that make me happy, love them as long as I can and die remembering them.
Living used to be simple.
