Tragic Thoughts and Epic Revelations of an American Dream

Nobody dreams anymore.

Nobody writes anymore.

Nobody has a burning sense of curiosity.

They just don’t give a shit.

How have we allowed ourselves to become a nation of people waiting for the next big hand out? How have we been allowed to become a nation that is so in debt, so entranced, so desensitized that we just can no longer think, dream, create, invent, organize. We are a nation out of control, spiraling into an abyss where we merely exist. We’re robots, wage slaves. We are focused but it’s straight ahead. We don’t see side to side. We see a yellow flower, and smell the aroma, but we’ve forgotten how to describe it to someone else, and would we even care anyhow? We might but then again, who has the time?

We don’t have any time.

We have created all this technology to supposedly make things faster, make them easier, make our lives simpler, but now we’ve imprisoned ourselves into taking care and maintaining all these creations.

We’re slaves to the possessions we work so hard to afford.

We want, want, want, we’ve created entire industries based and revolving around our wants. Others have forced us to need what we want. The American dream has been taken, captured, held hostage, and hijacked, but when it was finally sold back to us, it was a scheme. Like Flipper at SeaWorld, taken from the sea, placed in a big tank with the sides painted like the ocean. Its water, it’s salty, but it’s not the ocean. The Great American Scheme, the repackaged, redone version of what we were taught in school to chase. I will never let the packaged, government schooling interfere with what I deem an education.

Teachers don’t teach, they supervise. Parents don’t parent, they roll out one kid after another, just like their sister. They never give one second to the reason, the meaning, or the feeling, the instinct that burns in them to parent. They don’t care. Nobody cares. They just continue. In a sense our entire pre-programmed instinct has been completely re-written.

We hunt for money.

We are in survival mode.

Action, reaction; cause to effect.

When was the last time you stood, closed your eyes and filled your lungs with pure air? Feel the air enter, the body take in the air, feel the blood run through your veins, all the while, feel your heart keeping perfect rhythm with the sun, the sky, the light breeze? Would our new species even realize what that was, this humanoid we’ve become, this creature, this monster, this beast craving, and stalking the next dollar? The next dollar to feed its hungry SUV? The stress of a drive home after work, an unknown instinct burning in us to preserve our list of possessions, we seek to support the material beast, a monster made of either steel or fabric, or glass. Consuming our souls, making us want more, bigger, more expensive so we could tell someone that we had more, we had bigger, we payed more.

We’re infected, our brains influxed with a elixir that creeps, and seeks, and flows into the membrane of soft tissue where our morality fibers are wrapped, infesting it and killing it, turning it numb, so the evil instinct of chasing, perusing, and capturing the false idol of salvation becomes our sole desire. We’re drunk with envy of our neighbor. We’re high with a brain dissolving desire to talk of what we have, what we’re going to get, and how much we’re going to spend doing all of it. Our children are no longer our flesh and pour blood in a living, breathing being, they are our material possessions, bred and born to impress, to compete with the others.

We will never do without.

We will never cut back.

We will never cease in our desire to consume more than the next. We will starve ourselves to appear to be eating better than our neighbor. We will steal to appear that we are more generous.

We are no longer human.

In a sick and backwards way, we have returned to the most primitive animals we once were. We have reached the pinnacle of our evolution and are now in a catastrophic plummet in our ability to reason, and comprehend. We are beasts driven mad with our desires, our sick and cross-eyed souls hunt with drooling fangs, tearing through whatever flesh stands in the way of pleasing our perverted, insane compulsions.

It’s is almost complete, we have almost metamorphosed into our new species. We are a society lost, blinded, we have forgotten. We are the final breed of temptation, the final result of greed, the final viral strain of enticement, and the last genetic mutation of gluttony.