This sounds pretty much
like [this post].
Motivational and self-improvement speeches. I don’t usually buy these kinds of things (as for why would anyone do so is beyond my shallow wisdom), but attendance is compulsory; so I came reluctantly.
There were three speakers, all of which, I can tell, are highly distinguished. They emit that kind of scholarly disposition and their achievements are indeed impressive; two of the three were Ph.Ds (or was it the three of them?). So I figured it is a good bet that whatever is it that they would preach, it is likely to be a sound advice. True enough, I wager that these dignified men would be just the type whose companies any of us will enjoy. Intellectually speaking.
I sensed something so hollow about what they preach. It’s not like they’re bad advice; quite the contrary, I am convinced that by following their directions one would definitely be a textbook example of an employee. But still, there is something about it that’s pretty much lifeless.
As I have stated earlier, what they’re delivering in their sermons are sound. They understand it pretty well what it takes to build you career to be a thriving, glorious one. But somehow, that is precisely what’s wrong. What’s hollow. What’s lifeless.
What I envision of the idea proposed by them is, well, rather devoid of meaning. So what I’m supposed to do now is to work to the bone on honing my computer-related abilities as well as this so-called “interpersonal skills”. Once it’s all over I’d be working—again presumably to the bone—at some company, before marrying some girl unfortunate enough to suffer such a fate. What’s left of life for me would be to take care of the kids, socially and financially. Then, in little less than a decade that follows, I would send my kids to start doing the same thing.
Yes I am to send my fucking kids to the very same cycle.
And what would happen to my kids would be kind of predictable. They would repeat that cycle all over again, before passing the baton to their kids. The relay race moves on. And there’s not even a finish line.
What an immense pile of vacuous, lifeless, robotic ideal. I don’t even know whether I would want to marry, mass produce children, or both as for now. Maybe I will be a celibate. Or maybe I will marry but we opt not to have kids. Anything can happen. Now for whatever purpose would anyone, anyone at all, trade their independence and self-ownership to such a system? Money, presumably? I worship money myself, but I doubt trading your life’s aesthetic value to some excessive amount of money would really worth it. Some of us might find it appealing; good for them. But it honestly doesn’t trip my trigger.
Everyone wants to be filthy rich, of course. But all of these career-opportunities-chasing, college-comparing, grade-obsessive economic hunt is just lame. So you got into prep school, went to a prestigious college, worked for an industry giant, marry, had kids, and then kicked the bucket? Big fucking deal. You have become Oscar Wilde‘s target of ridicule; “Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.” Congratulations.
But of course, it is perfectly fine if you can do so with your integrity intact; bottom line is that “success” thing should be a by-product of some kind of mission. Not a destination. So, personally, that whole “dreaming to be financially successful” thing is bollocks of the highest calibre. Plenty of history’s greatest were damningly rich and successful, but not because they aimed to “be successful”. They struggled for something else, something that were not hollow and lifeless. Then they got filthy rich, well, accidentally.
Life is essentially an exercise of futility. But indeed some of us get over it, just like, in a bigger scale, civilization. We humans will most likely fuck up somehow later on, by using nuclear warfare perhaps, and plunge our entire history into oblivion. Or, in a more optimistic light, we would be something an alien civilization several aeons in the future would marvel on.
But yet we build skyscrapers anyway. We plan for space conquest anyway. We develop nanotechnologies and A.I.s anyway. We get over it. This can be applied to a much tinier scale, that is, our lives. Those among us with a sufficiently strong naturalistic tendencies should know it better than most.
Consequently, given the value of life, personally the idea of trading away my life for that kind of “success” is rather terrifying. It pays to be a little pragmatic, of course, but that life they’re offering is too hollow for my taste.
So maybe I’ll start writing a novel or something. I need a legacy.
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And more productive
in a cage