Everyday

Excuse me but how the fuck are we supposed to get up everyday at 6AM while being thrown out of bed by an stupid alarm, squeeze into uncomfortable clothes, scoff burnt toast, manoeveur one’s car through everday’s traffic or even worse to get once again into the overstuffed metro while doing everything possible to not suffocate in this moving prison, to finally have arrived at that one place where the last glimmer of hope, joy, and happiness vanished years ago, to then make as much money as fast as possible for someone you only see twice a year while you merely get a fraction of it while still having to be thankful for this once in a lifetime “opportunity” and then still be happy and call this a fulfilling life?

Wouldn’t it be nice if the person who is forced to work could wake up to do the things that fulfill him and give him joy?
Wouldn’t it be nice if the person could reap the fruits of their labor while not being forced to give away most of it?

That he could call life. But the other thing isn’t worth being called life.
And maybe, just maybe said person would then really be thankful and happy to be alive.

But instead you are selling this construct to us you call “life”
just to satisfy your greed and to assisst you to accumulate worthless, materialistic possessions just so that you can forget about your inferiority complex.