We’re living in a very controversial time right now.
One wrong exhale, and you can cancel yourself off the internet, which is huge since real life doesn’t matter anymore.
Without twitter and facebook, we’d be nothing… how meta?
Anyways, today every single person has an opinion. Even more unique, they’re not curious about yours– only if you agree with them. Lunacy has reached its peak.
The people who claim that they’re balanced, no different. You can feel them tentacling you in conversation, probing for your views, not because they respect you or want to get to know you, but they don’t associate with the other side.
Both sides do this, it’s really just what’s your choice of crazy?
In comes my side, a party of two– myself and my brother. Our perspective is a little different than yours.
I love all of you fighting to make a difference, but don’t point and call me out in a crowd when I’m trying to get bread.
I don’t associate with loss.
And eventually, every side takes its turn losing.
So, here’s my view for you recruiters wasting your time: Everyone wants the prize, but no one wants to play.
I’m not going to move off grid and live in the woods to keep my so called freedom. I want to be rich and famous, so if I have to give up some freedom to play– I will. There’s no planet I incarnated to be broke, isolated, and charmin-ultra-soft free.
You’re talking about privacy but have an iphone. You’re talking about health but eat genetically modified cardboard. You’re talking about freedom but depend on every luxury of society.
Everything is pay to play. Everything is a trade off.
You do it everyday, and then in the same breath turn around and draw a line on the weirdest possible thing—
it’s looney.
And don’t misunderstand me, I’m cool with it. I love rebels.
I just love winning more. I’m not going to give anyone advice, because no one really wants it. The majority will read this and wonder if I’m Blue or Red? Pro or Against?
But while you take a stand and show everyone that you’re unhire-able, your false gods and all the celebrities the public worships stay winning, and pretend. Actors don’t act in movies, they get paid to act in public.
How could you think someone whos rich cares about your small life?
They say they do? So, you believe them?
C’mon. You know better.
A lot of you will read this and think I’m somehow fake or disloyal. And for those of you that do, you’ll only find pain here. This blog is for intelligent people, not mascots.
For the rest of you, my only advice is this: Before you take a stand or make any big decisions, ask yourself: Is this how I picture my life? Is this what I desire?
Act on that, not others BS.
It’s a helluva time to be alive, shit is awesome. But you’ll get in life what you trade– it’s a universal law.
We all pay to play.