Rush! Rush! Rush! For what? Welcome to the rat race. Racing to get this, that or the other done. Stakes are high but still, for what or who? Do we ever question or have a realisation that this whole facade is merely a futile effort in defining oneself as a somebody, a somebody worthwhile, productive and of value, when the chips fall, coming down to the lowest common denominator, all it amounts to is dissatisfaction, disillusionment, defeat and slavery. Being crammed inside a train, shuttling away to a sterile workstation, doing the same thing over and over and needing it to be done yesterday makes me wonder why? Why go through the motions day after day, accumulating a few dollars to maintain a lifestyle that in itself is meaningless. Why? Amassing a meager stash of wealth, for what? Having and getting more money, bathing in the glory of selfishness and prosperity, my pile is bigger than your pile. Ner ner na ner ner. All for the “God of Money”. A valueless thing in itself. A creation determining master and slave. I’m at loathe towards myself sometimes, bordering on hatred and disgust, because I am so lame as to worship at the altar of this faceless, valueless thing, a thing that robs me of a minimum 38 hours a week not including the 1o hours a week consumed in travel to the mills of time. If this is the norm or average then about 13 continuous years out of my life will be spent grinding the wheels of time into dust. Then to slap insult upon injury, approximately 4.5 years out of that 13 is expended just for the state, tax consumes 4.5 years out of my life.

Time is probably the most valuable commodity any of us have yet a good portion of it is spent enslaved to status, “productivity” and self esteem pulled from an ATM as a friend of mine (thanks L ) so eloquently extols in ironic self deprecation. Then out of this status or transacted self esteem, the money brokers, financial institutions, bankers and elitists who create this valueless esteem then tax us for the privilege of having this non entity in our pockets while they smile all the way to world dominion. Why then buy into this falsity? This is my existential crisis. Why indeed? Why not as they used to say “Turn on, tune in and drop out”? What benefit is this rat race? Could my time be better spent or do I further pursue the illusion, distracted by the lure of manufactured esteem and selling myself to the cold hands that feed, buying into the dehumanising system, devaluing what it actually means to be human.

Welcome to my nightmare, the rat race turns away no one, it gladly accepts you into serfdom. Your master will dish out your self worth and extract another piece of your soul at your next visitation to the ATM confessional. Smile, there is no hell. We’re already circling within its confines and we rejoice in apathy and servitude while we wither away any significance our presence may bestow