I’ve been thinking about lies.
They lied to us. And it pisses me off.
They lied to us when they told us college would make us happy.
Because all it did was saddle our freshly graduated, rosy cheeked, promising young lives with massive debt.
Debt that would force us to keep working, working, working.
They lied to us when they told us finding a good job would make us happy.
Because there aren’t many jobs to go around. Because there are roughly 160 applicants for every opening. Because it turns out being chained to a cubicle for 8 hours a day in order to stuff someone else’s pockets isn’t all that fulfilling.
They lied when they told us a new car, and a new house, a new phone, and a new computer would make us happy.
Because every plastic, shiny new thing steals your hard earned cash, and you become a kind of exhausted slave to all your stuff.
They lied to us when they told us a new marriage, and a new house, and a new baby would make us happy.
Because paying for the new house means working around the clock, which means your new marriage drifts slowly apart, and your new baby is raised by paid strangers.
They said, “don’t worry, keep working!” because when you retire, you’ll get social security, and your hard-earned pension. THEN you can relax, THEN you can really live, travel maybe, climb that mountain you’ve always wanted to climb, swim in the sea.
But many people aren’t getting their pensions, because the companies went out of business, because CEO’s and heads’ of corporations were too busy stuffing their fat wallets, and those were empty promises anyways. And social security is on the ropes, days numbered. “There won’t be anything left by the time you’re my age!” the elders tell us.
And the air is so polluted, and the soil is so contaminated, and the water is so dirty and we’re so sick from eating food that isn’t really food that by the time we’re retired, and ready to start living, we’re lucky if our bones aren’t all chewed up, and our breasts removed, and our lungs all blackened from cancer.
And I’m just sitting here asking, “What would you do if you could do anything? What if, come morning, you didn’t go to that mind numbing job you hate?”
What if you let the new car get repossessed, the new house get foreclosed?
What if you bought land with a small house on it, or traveled from coast to coast, or flew to spain, or bought a new guitar, or bought a library of books,
with the last of your credit cards,
knowing you’d never pay it off? Never even intending to pay a cent.
What if you ruined your credit on purpose,
Just so they could stop holding it over your head?
And when your back’s against the wall, and your new house, and your new car, and all the shiny things are gone, and your credit is gone,
and you must survive by wits alone,
what if it turns out you are incredibly resourceful?
and you start a small business from scratch, or make a small market garden on land you work with others,
and you live with friends, and family,
and you share food, and you have time to enjoy that new marriage, and your beautiful new baby.
And you are finally FREE.
We are wildly disillusioned. But that is our greatest strength.
See through the illusion.
Don’t listen to their lies.
Thank you for listening,