I don’t make $100,000 a year and I doubt anyone else reading this does. I’ve waded into the waters inhabited by those vicious fish that do however and in my experiences they’re typically a delusional, chum hungry school whose collective philosophy is founded in the belief that “success is only measurable by monetary gain”. If you reap profit, you’re a fellow god and if you don’t? You’re a peon and solely responsible for your rotten break on the festering underside of the heap. “He should have gone to college! She shouldn’t have had a kid! They should have applied themselves better in school….” There is a snobbish air of superiority that drifts around the liquid-gold filled scalps of the rich like shit-colored clouds. It’s toxic to anyone beneath them like any good smog is and the clean air dancing above its rotten influence is relegated for use only by the “successful”.
Don’t get me wrong, I think success is attainable by most of us, as long as you aren’t setting the bar at making that hundred grand a year. Money isn’t happiness, but it can damn sure lead to it. That being said, the dolla-dolla bill pathway isn’t the only route to said happiness… But financial security is one worry the majority of us Americans would be better off with. Our mass sanity, tempers and health would probably all prosper if we found ourselves not living paycheck to paycheck.
Somewhere along the jagged lines of our history hard work got left behind as an outmoded essential in the modern recipe for “success.” Hard work is reserved for those who aren’t gifted or glib enough to squirm their way up a corporate ladder or mathematically gifted in the art of rigging up a profit in the all hailed abattoir known as Wallstreet. That’s how it works. Oh my, the world has changed and so have the rules. Tragic part is nobody told you until you showed up the day of the big one! Fists up, ready to fight your way into the world. How can two grimy fists of a trailer park punk possibly tango with the diamond studded six shooters all the wealthy kids are wielding?
As I sit here trying to muddle about for direction in this piece sadness strikes me. I don’t like to get too feely about this stuff (unless I am riding some misguided wave of rage) but I can honestly confess in this online medium that my heart aches for those who haven’t the opportunity to “succeed.” That is the true criminal reality that our nation rolls over for. That bright minds and glowing worldviews should be shut down and harnessed for the ultimate exploitation of those already oh-so entrenched cash farms known as corporations. That dreams should be gimped for the sake of a “decent” life, one that someone from the bottom should be appreciative of.
Who is anyone to tell a poverty-birthed infant that it isn’t fit for a happy and profitable trip through its life? I’d like to meet the pig-faced greed monger who would pass down such a callous and entitled opinion. They’re hardly an endangered species, like I’ve said, I have heard such fluid horrors effortlessly escape the lips of some well-respected and very affluent members of San Diegan society. Welcome to So-Cal.
I truly wish I had some sort of answer or jewel of solace to hand these tragic infants in a wizened manner. But who the hell am I? Some bratty 25 year old with a rudimentary grasp of the English language and an internet connection. WHICH MEANS! I should dispense some advice even if it is completely unfounded in any sort of reason.
My suggestion to the doomed little babyheads? Politely dismiss any tool you’re handed by any wood-toothed arbiter of future success. Scorn advice with concentrated mongoose-cobra level ferocity as soon as it begins tugging at your shirt sleeves and beckoning you into over-polished halls of limp-legged promise. Authority will tell you that authority issues typically corral you in a dead end. That same authority will rub your snotty little nose in the grievous reality that you don’t have the intelligence, talent, support or connections to snag that fabled brass ring from the lands above. Do not despair at this however. You may be doomed and damned to spar with a host of mundane frivolities that those resting with their heels up have never even encountered.
You’ll be all the better off. Slaying a dragon always comes off better than just buying a pair of boots made from its scales.
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