I'm in such a ranting mood. Everywhere i see people carrying burdens that they don't wish to carry nor do they have to. This does not effect me, i know, except when they expect me to carry those boulders too. I feel like i'm in some circus or some sort of ring of hell where there's ants all around me, laden with boulders and carrying them to God-knows-where, circles for all i know, and they look at me and notice i don't have a boulder. "why don't you have one?" they ask me. I ask "why do you?"
"because you have to."
"who says?" i say.
"it's just life."
Well no, no it isn't life. I was just on an airplane and sitting next to me was a gentleman studying for his college classes. "what are you going to school for, my friend?" i ask.
"For literature and philosophy" was the answer. "what do YOU go to school for?"
"I do not go to school, i can teach myself. What will you do with your literature or philosophy degree?"
"I don't know. I suppose i'll teach literature, since that is about the only thing you can do with that degree. I have a lot of debt, and i'll need to pay it off as quick as possible."
"Is that what you would like to do?" i ask.
"well, i'd really like to go to Austria and teach English, just live in the country, you know."
I look at this poor gentleman, and inform him that he does not need a degree for that, just some certificate. I'd been looking into the same thing for India.
He looks at me and says sadly "i know."
He asks me: "So, what will you do for the rest of your year?"
"Oh, i suppose anything i want. I have about 13 books i am reading at the moment i should like to finish, but i am also teaching myself violin and in the process of building myself something to travel around in. What will you do for the rest of your year?"
Then i realize what he'd be doing for the rest of his year. "Oh, you'll be in school."
"yeah" he says "but we have a really good reading list this year. They have Ulysses on the list!"
I look at him sadly "I read Ulysses myself.... for free."
It is okay, honestly, if people choose to go to school. Especially if they need it to do what they want. However, i feel sad for those, like this gentleman, who had gotten sucked into college merely by the pressure of others who don't quite know exactly what is best for this lad. Now, because of this, as he has told me, he is way more than several thousand dollars in debt, which would force him to get a well-paying job (highly overrated) say, teaching Literature, should he be so lucky to find that job, and thus stuck for however long it would take him to pay off that debt, completely unable to do what he actually wishes to do: Teach English in Austria and live in the country. Would he be able to pay off that debt doing this? I don't know, i kinda doubt it.
But his is a tragedy that does not effect me. What does effect me are those who wish to inform me of my terrible mistake of enjoying life fairly freely, and most of those people are terribly unhappy.
I had actually just, not long ago, ended a conversation with another lad.
"Why do you want to be a hermit?" he asks me.
"Because i don't want to be around these people, i don't want to be a part of this."
"Why do you hate people? Why do you hate society?"
"In a way i do not hate them, a hyena cannot help but be a hyena, a leech cannot help but be a leech, but in a way i do hate them because they are not supposed to be hyenas and leeches, they are supposed to be humans. Here we have humans, supposedly a superior animal. True, they do magnificent things, but they also do the most horrific things i had ever heard of. Perhaps they are not acting like hyenas and leeches, but more like demons. Hell must have it pretty easy down there, barely has to lift a finger because humans do it all themselves. But what's more, if you try to shy away from their company and their rules and their made-up sense of right and wrong which even they do not follow, they become offended! Like if i was in a circus and there's clowns running around smacking eachother with mackerel, and they expect me to join in. This is a bad example, though, because i'd do that. Anyway, to my main point. A jailer takes you to a cell and hands you the keys and walks away. Are you going to lock yourself up? Only if you're Socrates."
"ok" he says.
I suppose people have a beauty to them. I should say a possibility of beauty, only often this little glimmer becomes clouded and pushed to the background by a huge ugly something.
People should ask themselves "Why carry a boulder? Do i have a good reason?"
If you can come up with a good reason, or if you actually want to have burdens in order to have something more, that's great. I don't want it, though, so i'd wish they'd stop trying to hand it to me.
There is so much to rant about. Mostly about all the double-standards of people. I am not saying anything new or shocking here, many people are frustrated by this, i just haven't met hardly any.
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