aek junbsh-e-qalam ki mar hun me 🙂
Just wanted to write and affirm that here.
Its been a few busy days, as usual. This is good.
1044pm
How am I better than the guy sitting outside this McDonalds right now, with a balloonfull of hands in his possession?
I have more money, I would presume. And thus a better status in society. Maybe he’s not having his dependents live the lifestyle I am having my dependents live. I am in the McDonalds. He is wishing he was in it. I am the “better guy”, the “rich asshole” in his perception when what would you know, I am writing about him, here. I am thinking about him, here. I am spending my time on a guy on the footpath outside, why? Am I an asshole or just a rich cunt trying to do his catharsis?
Ok maybe I am judging myself too harsh. One thing I am sure about is I am not as strong as him. If during the time I have written this, I get fired, I will try to get a job that pays half as much as this one does but if I am unsuccessful, slowly, the wish/want to commit suicide will increase. It will become a need and some day, I will be “wasted” like guys in GTA V.
Literally, wasted. I am not better than that guy and he’s not better than me. And that is what must be reflected in the social fabric. Right now, we measure people by how rich they are. Right now, my ideas don’t count as much as the ideas of my boss, and his ideas don’t weigh as much as mine. We need to change as a society and worry not for society doesn’t need you or me, to change its direction. It molds human unconsciousness in unimaginable magnitudes over large periods of time. Like Victor Ninov, I could simply be a guy faking it. That guy outside could be the next Seaborg for all I know. K meri zat zrra-e-benishan and it is hard to swallow 😄
Bye! I wish that guy gets to be me and some robot takes his place.
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