The System(atic)
The economy is a decaying corpse and, for our own sake and health, the rotten stiff must be cremated.
The iv therapy applied to our social system it's just prolonging the agony of those watching a dying system especially when, even resurrected, would bring the same anguish as before. The values that we held up high are the causes that bought this system to its knees.
We, as humanity, fucked up, not the greed of Wall Street alone. We, and by we I say each and everyone, must name all the moral values and decide what is good and what is bad with the utmost intellectual honesty and sincerity. Is it even possible not to be biased, arrogant and obtuse?
Displaying all our values on the surgical table, attacks the very circle of confidence we built with these values. For most of us, they are taboo, thus a mere challenge brought to the system releases the serum of denial and nonacceptance.
If we agree, for the most part, that the humans are the product of their environment, then castigating the individual it's a false premise. We, as a society, simply load a molded carriage with fresh apples and when one fruit starts to spoil, then we ostracize the bad apple and wrongfully assume that the crop will survive. Well, it won't.
Because of our imposed sense of justice, we retaliate the bad individual or group, forgetting that they will spawn back in the society since they are its products.
Without a trace of doubt, there's a great comfort in assigning blame. It's a sign of sanity and the action of insane. It's always someone's fault but rarely ours.
For the reason that we measure our success by a cash barometer, the entire system – not only the financial segment- it's a fraudulent ponzi scheme. The system it's a corpse and the iv is our ephemeral lives. Drop by drop, it drains us out. Make some of us crazy, fanatics, junkies, and the rest slaves, pillars of the system that promises them the sugar cube. The system is beautiful crafted yet sick. We must pay interest on the air we breathe. We must manage to find pleasure in chores we are forced to do. We must entrust the wolf to shepard our herd. And, even though, all these sound crazy, we do them daily without allowing ourselves to question much because tradition is the pedestal of comfortability. And I talk about the tragic “comfortable” of the mind, not about the cozy spot on the couch.
In the Myth of Sisyphus , A. Camus brought the optimism to the summit: With every step, the hope of succeeding sustains us . But, doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results is a sign of insanity – A. Einstein.
Recommended songs: Working class hero by J. Lennon
Recommended books: The Stranger by A. Camus