If America had a word, it would no doubt be “work”. We put work above well-being, rest, sanity, and sometimes even family. Is it because our self-definition is entangled in our crafts? What are we working so hard for?
God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables – slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars, but we won’t. We’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.
Its no lie that stress is killing the American population. Stress related illnesses manifest themselves both mentally, physically, and of course the culmination-physiologically expressed mental illness. Migraines, muscle tension, heart attack, heart disease, insomnia, some forms of arthritis and cancer are all examples of stress related illnesses. We. Are. Dying. Why?
We have to have it. Whatever it is, if its newer, stronger, faster, better, we want it. We want the most expensive, the most exclusive, the rarest, just to say we have. Somewhere along the line the American dream got auctioned off to Macy’s. Somebody shake our nation and tell them happiness cannot be purchased. Happiness is the only reason I can think of that we would work so hard. With constant career overturn, second careers, multi-careerism and countless American’s reporting unhappiness at their jobs, I’m going to assume we’re working for survival.
It used to be that we worked to provide. Now we work to thrive. We ingest inferiority if we can’t afford wants. We have a government broke from bailing out a nation of people who were broke and living on credit. Lets very briefly discuss credit…there’s so much emphasis on credit that one would think it would be regarded a bit differently. Rather than “can I pay what I owe” a lender may look at “how much I have vs. how little I owe”. However, those with little or no credit in our country are treated worse than those with bad credit. Why? Because we, as Americans, in our minds and in the minds of the laws that govern us, believe that trying to have it all is better than not.
We’re letting “stuff” run our damn lives. And its such a ratrace for the “stuff” no one bothers to stop running and ask, what the hell am I running for? We’re sheep, herded by the media. Hillary Clinton isn’t the secretary of state, Philippe Dauman is. Forget Timothy Geithner, our pockets are run by Martin Sorrel and Philip Lader; and trust me there’s a reason you don’t know these names.
What about family? What about friends, peace, joy, nature, if we’re not enjoying it, and we’re dying because of it, why does this “stuff” even matter? We gotta be somebody. Not only that, everybody has to know we’re somebody, if not everybody then anybody. Acknowledge me, affirm me, validate me. We’re too busy on the clock to even tell ourselves we’re worth a damn. Damn.