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So it’s been close to 9 months since I’ve left my previous job and came back to NYC. It’s been just as long that I’ve searched high and low for work. Now I’m done with work. I’m done with a good deal of distractions at this point. No more seeking pleasures, no more seeking comfort. The time has come to rise or at least go out in a blaze trying.
Most folks keep trying to catch up to the big boys and try to become their pets. “Please take me under your wing, I could never hope to survive on my own! I’ll learn all the tricks you want me to do, I’ll bend as far as I can until my back is broken but please don’t leave me to fend for myself!” It’s a terrible shame that the backbone needed to survive seems to be so terribly lacking but it isn’t like I don’t understand where they’re coming from…
Reality of the matter is that we don’t live in an economy where the big boys can help anymore. In order to keep their kingdoms fit they need to trim away at the fat and excess therefore they can no longer bring the masses to their tit. That doesn’t mean that the big boys are necessarily bad, only that we can’t expect the big boys to bring us under their shelter. The good days of being a sheep are over (unless you’re already in someone’s herd). It is time to abandon our hooves and rediscover our feet but more importantly our hands. Only in our hands will we find our freedom and though it is of great risk, what would we rather risk our lives* for? Shall we risk our lives for freedom or for safety?
It is the answer to that question which will separate the shepards from the sheep.
*When I say life, I don’t mean that you should remain breathing. That’s the easy part. Any animate object can say that it lives but to be truly alive of ones own accord, that is to live (in my opinion). How many of us live but only in regret or wasting away waiting for the day we can really be proud of ourselves?
