the soundtrack to our lives
One more second I cannot stand. Why is the humanity of people missing from the lines in their faces? The lines that commence together and make up the look of smiling, a genuine smile...not a prosthetic one that is strictly used for the purpose of the following three reasons
1. their robotic job
3. dating websites, or facebook
2. a state of inebriation
The everyday monotonous selfish tasks, of human beings, has left this disturbing void blank complexion painted over one's face, as if a plastic bill board was rolled across their skin, like a mask.
I also find that only pure self desire is the reason one would care about anything but themselves. follow the equation: I will get do this(a) + for someone(b) = if and only if it benefits me(c)
I will donate time/money/things + to a non for profit = if i get a tax write off
I will lend money + to this person in need = IF they pay ME back
I will talk + to this lonely person = if I could possibly sell them a product
I will major + in law school/medicine (or fill in the blank) = if I will make money
The desire to run screaming at the top of my lungs is hard to muffle, as people simply brush past homeless people in the street, with out so much of a second glance, or a word of encouragement.
I have somewhat suppressed these constant thoughts, as they have shoved their way from the back of my life, to the front of my brain, and I cannot ignore it anymore. I have to twists people's arm to get them to be real, honest, not tell me scripted words about how they are doing, or what their dreams are but truly, HOW ARE YOU DOING?
Everyone is so petrified and paralyzed to make a move, whether it's to go out of their "comfort zone" to help that old lady to her car with her groceries, or skipping a meal to give a meal to someone who might be hungrier. Only at Christmas time do I see maybe a glimpse of humanity flickering, but then it's gone as quickly as it came, as people shove each other out of the way to buy ten dollar cameras and a 6 am sale.
The light is missing from everyone's dark, morphed looking eyes. As one sips their sultry diet cokes in their very gray suits, in their very gray lives, discussing nothing worth discussing, over a lunch not worth eating, I wonder when someone will just start hysterically crying, screaming, or both?
1. their robotic job
3. dating websites, or facebook
2. a state of inebriation
The everyday monotonous selfish tasks, of human beings, has left this disturbing void blank complexion painted over one's face, as if a plastic bill board was rolled across their skin, like a mask.
I also find that only pure self desire is the reason one would care about anything but themselves. follow the equation: I will get do this(a) + for someone(b) = if and only if it benefits me(c)
I will donate time/money/things + to a non for profit = if i get a tax write off
I will lend money + to this person in need = IF they pay ME back
I will talk + to this lonely person = if I could possibly sell them a product
I will major + in law school/medicine (or fill in the blank) = if I will make money
The desire to run screaming at the top of my lungs is hard to muffle, as people simply brush past homeless people in the street, with out so much of a second glance, or a word of encouragement.
I have somewhat suppressed these constant thoughts, as they have shoved their way from the back of my life, to the front of my brain, and I cannot ignore it anymore. I have to twists people's arm to get them to be real, honest, not tell me scripted words about how they are doing, or what their dreams are but truly, HOW ARE YOU DOING?
Everyone is so petrified and paralyzed to make a move, whether it's to go out of their "comfort zone" to help that old lady to her car with her groceries, or skipping a meal to give a meal to someone who might be hungrier. Only at Christmas time do I see maybe a glimpse of humanity flickering, but then it's gone as quickly as it came, as people shove each other out of the way to buy ten dollar cameras and a 6 am sale.
The light is missing from everyone's dark, morphed looking eyes. As one sips their sultry diet cokes in their very gray suits, in their very gray lives, discussing nothing worth discussing, over a lunch not worth eating, I wonder when someone will just start hysterically crying, screaming, or both?
I wonder all the same things. In a way, I am one of those, but at the same time am not one of those. My life is normal, if there is any real meaning to that. I do the office thing, the responsible thing, but I struggle with why we all do these things that in the end aren't worth doing. While I sit here I have all the same thoughts as you. The people I deal with on a daily basis are those people, the ones who judge and brush past the homeless without a thought, and I sit here and think that the homeless may just have it right, and we may be wrong. After all, they are free, and we are not. Sometimes I wish I could go hang out with them in the park rather than be with all the "normal" people... Thanks for writing this, I like it.
ReplyDeleteBtw, found you through Solbeam's site. I like your writing, and look forward to reading more...
Once I was riding the bus in Chicago, and we passed about 6 homeless people on a bench, on the beach, watching the sunset...sharing some food for dinner. I couldn't help but to think, they had it right.....as I was riding home from my 9-5 job. :)
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