Hmmmm....I wasn't aware that in a career one had a choice.
My mantra about the working world, at least since I entered college, was to do what you loved and in doing what you loved you would do it well and in doing something well you could make a suitable living. I find despair in the oddest places. Where it was a porno before, I found a haunting message in the comedy of "Office Space". While trying to be a very lighthearted and VERY FUNNY satire on the state of office politics and psychology in the late 20th century, one might ask him or herself, "What has really changed?" I contend that the situation has only worsened. The working world, today, is one that appears soulless and uninvited. My little bit of experience with it was way too much. Yet I fear the path of the cubicle is the path that lies ahead for many, if not all of us. Get your diploma, get your Bachelors, get your Masters...we all end up working for people who don't want to be there and subsequently take it out on us.
It's all so unhappy and if you think about it logically, I could see why. What really constitutes the American Economy anymore? All we do is work jobs that supply other people like us with shit and services we don't really need but use so that we can escape a little bit outside of our jobs that, in the end, are unfulfilled. The tragic cycle grows and obliterates everywhere I look. It's only getting worse to me. All I ever have is a sense of the impending doom that is embodied under the banner of "becoming an adult". I wanna be creative, I want to love the people that share my labor and my vision. I don't want to work in a cold, foreign, and inhuman machine. I don't want to be productive, I want to be profound. Quality over Quantity. I guess that's why I'm writing now, I guess that's why I've been terrified that past couple of weeks. I feel the spark of genius fading in my own mind. Ask me two months ago, "Chad what are you capable of?" I would have told you, "I'm going to shake the very foundations of the modern psyche. I'm going to wake so many people up that somethings got to give."
The only solace I can take is that I MIGHT have a chance from what I've seen myself do so far. Many of the people are dear to me also got a fighting chance as well. But I KNOW that pure blind luck will pick off far to many of them and place them in the mundane world that hangs like a grey suffocating cloud all around me. I might be better off because I'm aware of this. At least I know what I'm up against. The only way we can escape is to burn so hot and bright that we evaporate this cloud away from us. We have to be stars. We have to have the hit film no one expected. we have to write the book that will define our generation. We have to be someone that rushes at what we all fear to a certain degree and defy it with youthful optimism. I see the hope of my generation pinned on being something bigger than all this. I guess that isn't the a new problem, but when before do see so little integration. The people that have given up haven't been integrated, they are castaways. They struggle to at least survive. It won't last. There's no were to go.
I blame our past. We have no less than 3 generations that think we won't amount to anything and you know what, they might just be living out a self-fulfilling prophecy. There is enough of them to make it work. Blatant distrust of the young is at an all time high. Even I turn a weary eye to people that only a few years younger than me. I can only wonder what people think of me and my peers. We're going to tear ourselves apart. Maybe doing nothing is the answer, non-participation of what you feel is wrong. What if EVERYTHING is wrong? I have no west to see my future in like Kerouac did. I don't have the great love that so many novels, movies, and songs have promised me. A love that will make life worth living. At best it's been a pleasant, but ultimately hard won diversion.
I look teary eyed at the sky and mountains, which I love more now that ever, and ask whatever that placed me here and let me in on what I know, "Where am I to go? What am I to do?" The screen fades to black with just the right piece of music and the movie ends. The message has been conveyed and the viewer hopefully goes home without the apathy we so dearly hold on to.
It's all so unhappy and if you think about it logically, I could see why. What really constitutes the American Economy anymore? All we do is work jobs that supply other people like us with shit and services we don't really need but use so that we can escape a little bit outside of our jobs that, in the end, are unfulfilled. The tragic cycle grows and obliterates everywhere I look. It's only getting worse to me. All I ever have is a sense of the impending doom that is embodied under the banner of "becoming an adult". I wanna be creative, I want to love the people that share my labor and my vision. I don't want to work in a cold, foreign, and inhuman machine. I don't want to be productive, I want to be profound. Quality over Quantity. I guess that's why I'm writing now, I guess that's why I've been terrified that past couple of weeks. I feel the spark of genius fading in my own mind. Ask me two months ago, "Chad what are you capable of?" I would have told you, "I'm going to shake the very foundations of the modern psyche. I'm going to wake so many people up that somethings got to give."
The only solace I can take is that I MIGHT have a chance from what I've seen myself do so far. Many of the people are dear to me also got a fighting chance as well. But I KNOW that pure blind luck will pick off far to many of them and place them in the mundane world that hangs like a grey suffocating cloud all around me. I might be better off because I'm aware of this. At least I know what I'm up against. The only way we can escape is to burn so hot and bright that we evaporate this cloud away from us. We have to be stars. We have to have the hit film no one expected. we have to write the book that will define our generation. We have to be someone that rushes at what we all fear to a certain degree and defy it with youthful optimism. I see the hope of my generation pinned on being something bigger than all this. I guess that isn't the a new problem, but when before do see so little integration. The people that have given up haven't been integrated, they are castaways. They struggle to at least survive. It won't last. There's no were to go.
I blame our past. We have no less than 3 generations that think we won't amount to anything and you know what, they might just be living out a self-fulfilling prophecy. There is enough of them to make it work. Blatant distrust of the young is at an all time high. Even I turn a weary eye to people that only a few years younger than me. I can only wonder what people think of me and my peers. We're going to tear ourselves apart. Maybe doing nothing is the answer, non-participation of what you feel is wrong. What if EVERYTHING is wrong? I have no west to see my future in like Kerouac did. I don't have the great love that so many novels, movies, and songs have promised me. A love that will make life worth living. At best it's been a pleasant, but ultimately hard won diversion.
I look teary eyed at the sky and mountains, which I love more now that ever, and ask whatever that placed me here and let me in on what I know, "Where am I to go? What am I to do?" The screen fades to black with just the right piece of music and the movie ends. The message has been conveyed and the viewer hopefully goes home without the apathy we so dearly hold on to.
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