The topic of todays post: wealth.
America, you are loaded.
And the funny thing is, the story that your parents tell you so often, not the one involving the dolls, but the one involving your food and the hungry children of Africa (somehow there are always hungry children in Africa), that story, well, in reality you don’t need to go to the other side of the world to see famine and poverty, you can simply go next door. I didn’t. I had enough of it, really. I went to a very wealthy neighborhood this weekend, called Sleepy Hollow. Cool, ha? Located in West Chicago, this town is a not-so-humble abode of corporate CEOs and other members of the “upper middle class” of America. Tell you the truth there is a BIG per-capita gap between the middle and the upper-middle class as far as i observed it, you would think that middle and upper-middle wouldn’t be so far from another. Maybe its then time to switch to how they measure things in Europe, metrically because apparently here they got it all fucked up. Not that its bad, no. I hold no contempt because of my financial situation; being a broke-ass student, watching myself scrubbingmany a corporate latrines somewhere in China for the next thirty years while trying to pay my student loans. God, what about marriage? I haven’t even thought about it. Of course i have. If they decide to deport me, i will ask them to send my white ass to France.
America you are loaded
I once met a Zen monk. He lived in a cardboard box. When i asked him, why do you smile so wide, you have nothing, he answered, what do you mean i have an entire world.
America you are loaded
The difference between a beggar in the street and the rich man on the corner is so small when it comes to final rites, that an average eye can’t even catch it.
Sometimes i am glad to be young and poor, llittle educated. My back holds no big responsibility no unnecessary burden, hey the universe is lazy. I have a good teacher.
Nothing is given; everything is earned. Buddha abdicated his throne to be a poor wonderer, i guess it is too much to ask if some of these people are willing to do that. I admire those that rose from being kicked and who rolled in the garbage of the street to earn their wealth, every penny, no doubt, power to them. But these days i see just to many children of these heroes of mine being spoilt with undeserved luxury, superfluity and bad parenting that they become devoid of both the will to learn, and the respect for humanity. Did the founding fathers spank their children? At all?
Two words: big cars, small dicks. Golden rule.
If i was rich … hmm let me see … what i would do? Bury my gold and make someone go fucking search for it. Or let someone bury it for me, and make me search for it, but not without danger. You see that is an important elemnt for me, danger, it would require courage and preserverance, something missing these days.
If CEOs are the head, then i am toe, no, not even, i am a fungus on a toe, i don’t bring profit.
I am here they are there
this is the fine space between us
hope this socialist shit works or if not
i am going back to monarchy
