passionate thoughts on the bus to work.

Life is what we make it. And through collective decision.. both conscious and unconscious.. humans have made life a tragedy.
A daily grind in the name of 'progress' and symbolic monetary subsistence/ hording.
Does the Safeway employee look absolutely ecstatic at the prospect of a days work?
No. Perhaps he will flinchingly say that he is thankful 'to at least have a job,' but only perhaps 1 in 100 would say, 'yes, I'm honestly glad to be here.'

If money were no object, how much of the current job market would exist?
I could see nobody wanting to work in fast-food (as it was no longer a necessary last resort in the name of subsistence), thus causing the industry to plummet into the mud and disappear forever. The same thing would happen to 3rd world shoe shops, 7/11's, and large grocery stores. All there would be is mom and pop shops established and propagated by the truly passionate of the field, no longer salted with armies of secretly resentful wage-slaves submitting to the fact that they have no way out, and thus will probably abandon their dreams due to the incredible amount of resistance standing in their pre-defeated way.

If the world did not subsist and exist.. at least not entirely.. upon the foundation of money-the-moping-middle-man, society would still be running. And not only running.. it would be a passionate circle of true love where you could look to every shop and artists studio and know it rose from a love of life and that particular profession.. a gentle, burning passion.. and not from the near-death experience of having nothing but $20 in a chequing account while trying to establish ones ideal life.

It would be a loving circle, one that reinforced a true success and pursuit of ones passions and dreams, as opposed to the vicious circle we live in today, where it just keeps degenerating.. falling, falling, falling.. until the human spirit is beat to a loveless pulp save for those who bow down and co-opt and look for their niche in the current system, giving up plenty of their ideals and dreams in the process in the name of a comfortable familial subsistence.

Fuck us. Fuck all of us for our 'rational, reasonable' existences.


Our irrational human passions should be of a much higher stature than any scientific worldview.

Follow those irrational passions, you near-dead sleepy head.