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Material for Your Material

I feel like what you are about to read is going to make absolutely no sense all together, but I have been walking around for a couple months now with a tremendous variety of emotions inside that pose as carbonation in a soda can. Shake it up, and it will explode. Leave it be, it will sit there forever.

Here’s to opening it carefully and taking a sip..

Let’s talk for a minute.

How is it really possible that creatures with the innate ability to think, analyse and reflect, do everything but that? The mind is one of the main things that separates us as humans from the rest of the animals in this universe, yet there are so many people out there who don’t utilise its abilities.

People are just walking around from day to day like robots — programmed to get up every day and go to work, programmed to watch TV every evening, programmed to follow what every one else is doing, programmed to chase money as the source of all things wonderful and shiny.

That is life as they know it. Get a little living in between paychecks and then die. But make sure that before you die, you drive a nice car to work. Because FYI, your car can fit into your coffin. And then, you can drive it around in your after life. You and all your ghastly buddies can take joyrides in it to impress … all the other soul-less people who will exist wherever you are. (And, luckily for you, there will probably be a whole lot of people to choose from.)

I mean come on people. You really think there is nothing else to life besides working and spending money?

That can’t be life. It can’t be. I refuse to believe that.

Yet for some people – it is. They  have made it that way. Some people literally will work hard for nothing else in this world except that little piece of paper that they think makes them who they are. It’s funny though, when I think about it. There are so many people who claim they want something that isn’t materialistic, yet they refuse to work for it. Because at the end of the day, all it is, is simply a claim. They will work forty hours a week for something borrowed and fleeting, yet they won’t put any real effort or genuine energy into true felicity and peace. (You know, the intangible things that “distract” them from their sacred dollar signs.)

Those intangibles that will at least make the ride in that Ferrari F12berlinetta a little bit less lonely. The ones that make that space in your heart a little bit less empty.. And the feeling behind your smile a little bit less forced.

But, I digress.

It takes all kinds of people to make up this world — I just hope that when you are 60 years old and have grown tired of sleeping beside your bag of money and kissing your Michael Kors purse good night, that all the things that are important to you now will still be important to you then.

Ciao.

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