Ovehteli pisaniq…

tui kato se e vidqlo che toq blog nqma da go ogree nqkoi nov text, poradi ostrata tvor4eska kriza na velichaviq si avtor hahaha reshih da si pusna edno textche deto izrovih ot nedrata na harda si, pisano 2005 s plamenniq entusiazum na mlad (da bil sum i mlad, no osven Lili i shepa zabludeni dinozavri nikoi ne me e vijdal) i qdosan chovek. mnogo naivnichko, neobqsnimo napisano na angliiski, qvno v nqkav chujdoezikov poriv, pulno s kraini otgovori za cqloto chovechestvo…be s edna duma da si izpliuesh dalaka ot smqh ta derzaite moi hilqdi posetiteli hahahahahha

Otdolu edin ot milionite mi verni chitateli dori e napisal priznanie za talanta mi za koeto mu blagodarq, usmihna ma snoshti

Why the struggle?

You get up every morning, wash your teeth in a hurry, drink a cup of coffee, consume the first part of your daily dose of nicotine with it and get off to work. Without any wonder, without even a glimpse of hesitation, like a machine, every action, every gesture is calculated and repeated so many times that it has become as routine as breathing. But when you get home exhausted, with hands shivering from the 12 hour shift out in the cold freezing winter you ask yourself- “Why? Why the fuck must I do this programmed, devastating thing over and over again?”. Usually this question is being answered swiftly: “This is life, a never ending struggle, I can’t just leave myself to the drift, I HAVE to succeed, to have a career, a hole bunch of money and then…then I will be happy”. Funny how we manage to believe to that sentence equally every time and never doubt it. We just toss a little bit of dust in our own eyes, just enough to calm us, so we can go to sleep happy that we are chasing the dream. But the dream, the dream actually is already fulfilled. Every time someone smiles at you and shows his respect for your hard-working, ever coping ass, a voice in your head, somewhere deep in the labirints of your mind whispers “Hell yeah, I’m the man, look at me! I’m so strong and independent, nothing can bring me down!”. This egoistic whisper gives you the strength to keep it up.In every living man, woman or child lies an approval sucker who is feeding on compliments, smiles and respect. He and he only dictates our moods, our desires and our willingness to keep eating from the same pile of shit every day and for the most part like it. If asked, which is not likely, we will deny ferouciosly its existence. And this is just the right thing to do, because the purpose of this voice is not to be visible, its not supposed to be on the surface so everyone can see it. Just like the drummer of a rock band he is usually in the shadows, away from the spotlight giving the rhythm of the other members. Without him they could not play right. If you look around, you’ll see this voice in every body: they are feeding on your approval, you on theirs, and thus the cycle closes in a perfect eternal chase. The less you feed this voice the less he is satisfied, and the more difficult for you to keep the struggle with life. He is the reason for all people to reach for power, fame and money. These are just instruments for approval. This is why you buy these new clothes, shiny cell phones, three-floor houses with pools. Yeah they are comfortable, useful and raise the quality of your life, but you don’t actually care for that- you care because all those things buy your hidden approval buddy the respect he needs. But come to think of it- who gives a shit even if there exists a global approval- addiction, the only thing you care for is that this new, shiny, hi-tech cell phone, gives you more freedom and possibilities compared to the old and dusty one. Right?

28.12.2005

 

 

Мноо дооро, Красимире J мноо та обичам J

~ by idiocracysentinel on October 28, 2008.