Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Cages
Today is day two of my walk. I was certain I would have nothing to talk about today I was sure the novelty of breathing fresh air and walking would have worn out by now. But surprisingly it didn't. Instead I find myself trying to see what new lesson I am going to learn.
Today I left later than usual for my walk. I almost got back into my state of getting out of bed and going straight to today's agenda when I realized I was late for my walk. As I stepped out today something kind of distracted me as I was walking. I couldn't hear the crickets as loud as I did yesterday nor were the birds as chirpy. After a few minutes of frustration I finally realized the source of my aggravation. It was the CARS....I left a bit late today so everyone where driving to work. So the usual peaceful walk was polluted with car noises. As I did yesterday I shook that off and tried to enjoy the nature. As I hit my railroad spot and turned around I saw something, something familiar, something I quite forgot since I have been freelancing. I saw the FACE. When I began walking I was facing traffic when I turned around I was against the traffic and saw the FACE. All of the drivers had the exact same face. The face of defeat. It was kind of depressing everyone looked as though they dreaded where they were going. The cars looked like cages sending them to their final destinations.
Oh I remember those days so well. Not that I hated my job it was the routine, the lack of freedom the feeling of becoming a drone drove me crazy. Even the perfect job becomes dull without variety or flexibility. It's like having your favorite food every night, after a while it gets old.
I wish we understood how much we are destroying humanity as we know it. We are in cages doing things as robots. No interaction with nature, no time to actually cultivate friendships, we just drone around getting from point A to point B. Using stereotypes as a method to gage who people are, use television as the cliff notes to understand the great work that is our lives. We think fast, move fast but are we actually doing anything?
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