The Pricetag

Does a desire deserve to be acted on?

Does a feeling have to be felt?

Does an emotion need to be accepted?

In a marketplace where entropic passions rule supreme.

Individualism and entitlement became our bedmates.

And then we all got lumpy mattresses.

See just because someone does not speak does not mean they haven't spoken to you.

They look like innocent flowers but instead are like serpents.

The notion that our thoughts are wholly our own is fiction.

But this then begs the question...

Who has the privilege to govern conscience?

The operating system to orientate along the yellow brick road.

Often we are freely giving away the keys in an attempt to receive affection.

Is that the price tag for desire?

And if so, what is the fruit of this new love?

The fixed goal you once had becomes a distant memory.

The man you were is now estranged.

You may not be alone but your regrets never leave you.

For what good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul?

The self cannot self-help

The foe self-care is that of self-preservation.

It’s an oxymoron to believe one’s self can be preserved by the being it wishes to protect.

A martyr does not die for himself but rather to protect the belief.

To believe a man can wholly protect himself is in itself a false religion.

Death is the tax no one can avoid.

The only variable we can control is whether we are the walking dead or the peaceful slumberers.

See is the man who lives with the sole focus to not die truly alive?

I say the zombie is freer because at least he is not living in fear.

Pride masks many things including true intentions.

Exploration is all well and good but if you are just doing it because you are scared to look at the monster in the closet you will never be at peace.

Better the man who opens the door and stares the evil one in the face for at least he understands the true cost of living.

If you don’t know the currency, how can you meaningfully put chips on the table?

The game is played but other people are dictating the value.

You take risks but don’t understand the consequences.

See one cannot self-preserve but rather relinquish control of oneself.

Knowing I am not my own elicits the freedom to do more than the man who believes he is a Messiah.

Because when the gold coins aren’t yours you try not to simply bury them in the ground.

Look around and you will see scarcity commonplace amongst those in control.

Whereas abundance is the currency of those who let go of governing their self-existence.

The glass can never be full if you keep getting a bigger glass.

And when the endless toil is fully understood then comes the pious negativity.

For it is easier to stay in your ways than ask for forgiveness.

It’s no wonder the world’s success metric is devoid of feelings, passion, or truth.

Self-indulgent hustle became the socially acceptable drug.

Then somehow we are surprised by our depressed nation.

So the question we are left with is a simple one.

Do we ignore the tax man or allow death to shape life in abundance rather than scarcity?

The long run

Confident or nervous?

Rock or sand?

Pro or amateur?

Do your eyes work or are the signs beyond senses?

Left simply to be an artefact of the ineffable.

But then how do we run the race?

When fears emerge.

He pursues excellence.

When Goliath attacks.

He pursues excellence.

When left to die.

He pursues excellence.

Why?

Because the goal demands it.

But what even is the goal?

Money?

Sex?

Power?

Chasing the wind is not a race you can win.

It is not even a race.

But it is perpetual.

Everybody should get rich and famous and do everything they ever dreamed of so they can see that it's not the answer.

Finding ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy.

The most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.

Occhams razor.

Futility and frustration are twins.

The end goal cannot be a goal if the goal changes upon arrival.

You see the man on the street is free whereas the one in the suit and tie is a slave.

It is just we have learnt to love our chains.

So do you add or subtract?

Become a space giver or space invader?

Humble yourself or hold yourself as the deity?

Identity precedes destiny.

Some called it the cause and effect - a chicken or an egg.

But both fall short without purpose.

A map to cross the road is needed.

The alternative is simply to become roadkill or the prize of someone else’s lunch.

Clarity starts with considering you are not your own.

You were bought with a price.

And that changes the race completely.