The Million Dollars
If I had a million dollars
i would lift my head from the everyday misery of chores
and create beauty
I’d stop being a slave to society’s demands
If I do my daily chores, I stop thinking of what else I could be doing
Other than a feeling of discontent, is this all there is to life?
I could invent reasons to dislike society, people, family and friends
because their lives revolve around the pursuit of earning a living
never mind that the definition of those needs keep expanding, yesterdays list has expainded 10 fold…
yet we want more and more and more. When wil you break the chains and embrace a new way of living.
I often wonder are they really happy or is this a facade? There must be something wrong, in them or in me, perhaps I should try to educate them about the things that should really matter.
And yes, they may even love me for it.
If I dont do the chores, the distant possibilities of what I could be doing with my free time entice me
modern day sirens, beckoning me with words, colours, rhythm and song, come Saima, leave the trash
Paint what you feel and speak as you are, and stop caring about the material world, laundry, clothes, food
Yet, when I sit down to write, to tell the world how the most important things in life aren’t brand names, addresses and physical appearance..that the most important thing is to do nothing, but be still, that only love is real, and everything else a delusion……I become quiet. it isnt really true is it?
This material world is a jungle, where we pursue security and safety….it used to be that we were secure and safe more easily, we needed to do less in order to have shelter food and family.
Having enough and feeling secure is a feeling as much as it is title deed….as we inhabit the world, our inbuilt sense of security that our needs are provided for, and tha we have enough is lessening. every generation is more fearful….the sense of lack drives us to work even harder, to run faster, to be better so that we have more.
Is there freedom from this?
Perhaps I can only dream of freedom, real freedom is far too difficult
It is the nature of prisons that we get used to them…
Behind The Veil 