A few
years from now you’ll wake up next to someone that you don’t even know. As you
make your way to the bathroom you will be thinking where you went wrong in life
to have the almost empty feeling of an abyss you're feeling at that moment. When you reach the mirror you
will see your reflection, now with all or almost all your hair gone, missing a
tooth that could never stay in place, the nails that you never had and all the
hair that laughs at you all the time for the fact that you have it in all the wrong
places. You will wonder in that moment, “Who am I?” “What kind of person am I?”
“What good have I done in this planet?” The endless questions will pour out of
you and it will not stop. A blank stare towards the luxurious bathroom you’re
standing in will make you collapse to the pristine floor someone else cleans
for you every day. Then it will all hit you, and that feeling of almost
emptiness will turn into the worst feeling you have ever felt in your life. It
will feel as if you were standing in the middle of the desert screaming for
dear life and no one will ever hear your plead. "Hi," it is solitude that’s come to
greet you.
Right
now, at this precise moment, having “fun” with your buddies is the life. The
common lifestyle of a college student whose daddy is going to assure his future
anyways after college is your way of living. Your only difference is that daddy
may not necessarily assure your future, but your wealthy friends will. It is so
easy for you, all you need is a degree, your grades do not really matter, if
you get fired from your job it does not really matter, you see, you are set
after college. What takes the rest of us a really long time to achieve, success,
it is simply handed to you, like the perfect hand in a poker game, except you are
not gambling anything, or are you? So now the perfect scenario for you is to
party it up every day, get wasted out of your mind, have sex with whoever opens
their legs for you, take all your classes as pass or fail, so you don’t have to
worry about a letter grade and just simply do not care about anything or anyone
else but yourself and your desires.
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| I am an artist. Interpretation of this life. Is it what you want? Yeah, it is. |
It is
so easy to hate you, just as easy as life is towards you. A few privileged
Americans have exactly the same life as you. One thing is for certain, you may
achieve all your “dreams,” but no one ever in life will admire you for the
success you’ve reached. At least I don’t look up to anyone who has not worked
hard for what they have. I look up to people who come from nothing and go above
and beyond the stars in life. I respect people who are privileged, but work
hard and make a name for themselves in life. They do not take the easy road
like you are doing. All of the success you’ve opted for is like selling your
soul to the devil, because eventually you will have to pay for it.
Just in
the near future, when you finally grow up as a human being, the devil will come knocking on your door asking you to make a payment for what you have. You will be laying
on that pristine bathroom floor, realizing how all the one night stands, all
the sports cars you own, all the expensive treatments for gaining that hair that will never come
back, all the booze you’ve consumed, etc., is just a bunch of materialistic garbage
that you’ve accumulated throughout the years to convince yourself that you are
not alone and that you are truly happy.
I leave
you to it. Enjoy life, after all you get one chance to live it, or well if you
are born again you may not remember it. Keep going through Samsara. Go on the
road you’ve chosen, it's your life.
NOTE: This is a fictitious reflection of a lifestyle and one
of its possible outcomes. Any resemblance to reality is a mere coincidence.
Much
love and peace,
Lauri
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