Dust to dust, tycoons, raccoons and communists
Tycoon sounds like raccoon, and I always think it means mafioso. It makes me imagine jail bosses exchanging piles of cigarettes for shady services. Then I think back to its real meaning and remember that it's just a direct translation of "magnate" in Spanish, someone rich and powerful in business. This, in turn, reminds me of the fact that Chávez's school of thought pushes the idea that being rich is bad. Lastly, I question my sanity and whether I've become infected by communism.
It would certainly be a tragedy if the problem-solving strategies my mind produces stagnate and rot under the weight of artificially induced envy and forced equalization. However, aren't communists successful in their own trade? Even though they are not good at building sustainable economies, they seem very good at growing on people and using their demagoguery to acquire incomparable power. Inevitably, however, those on top seem to be contemptible to no end. I don't see myself holding such a deadly charade for such a long time just to play the power games.
Then again, they usually play for the long con and it's a very unlikeable lifestyle: sucking up every day to every populist bandit you find. Even now when they're in power, they have to defend all the other dictators in order to keep their heads and their thrones. I seriously doubt I could spend my days licking boots waiting for some coins to fall and for my turn to come to "change the world".
Whenever I think of using half of my life as a tribute for future me to have a nice life, I immediately think of suicide as well. That's my brain screaming "no" at the mere idea, saying that it would prefer death than the prolonged torture of dullness and slavery. But society itself is a hive of working bees looking for purposes and fulfilling them. Sometimes I yearn for purpose because that would allow me to join the ranks without the strong remorse that preemptively strikes me as I consider the duties I could undertake to finally sing a welcoming hymn to independence.
It may be many years until those days come. Then I watch those who fight for the good of the world. I stalk my virtual friends and listen to the success stories and even write them sometimes for others. I reject the labours of a social being and then resent myself for not adapting, for not having grabbed all the so-called opportunities that I then remember smelled of pain and frustration.
What is this preemptive fear before which I kneel? I know a preemptive fear that I learned to reject: the fear of learning complex things. This defiance began when I started my university studies, when I realised that learning a language, so feared by everyone around me, is not hard in difficulty but in amounts of labour. I then started to learn things because it was fun to see that everyone would praise me for my supposed abilities and talents. If only they knew, I told myself, that all my accomplishments stemmed from months-long sessions of grinding.
Yet I fear the grind of working bees and imagine myself free and independent. I understand then why the communists feel that being rich is bad. How can I become rich if I'm poor and unwilling to do the ritual reward-seeking grind and the endless targeted courting dances? I cannot. But inactivity leads to death. The screen shows me the same options again: work or perish. I choose to perish, but I cannot kill myself, I want to live. The screen shows me the same options again: work or perish. We are all slaves of life, chained by the will to be free and to continually exist.
How can I accept death, then? Most can't. Is this just the product of evolution? Is the maximum level of evolution one where Free Will is a farce of colourfully painted survivalism?
My temporary solution is to create pastimes that have the potential of being financially sound activities. Drawing, programming, writing. But when I do them too often, they start feeling like work again and the buzz of the working bees starts drilling into my brain until I desist. I hybernate for months on end. Then I wake up when the mania strikes back and I stay on rhythm, producing every day, imagining that I am creating a better future. It is futile, however, as no matter how many times I start, I am always bound to end and all my efforts will sing their worship to the dust from which they came from and to which they shall go back.
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Freedom is not comfort, nor luxury, nor pleasure, but responsibility. The screen shows you two options always, do what you want to do, or ignore yourself. Work does not make you a slave, it frees you, as long as you work to do what you want to do. The human being is free, it is not an illusion, only that fear must be put aside, because being a slave is not only kneeling before others and working for them, but also kneeling before fear, impulse, insecurities, etc. and let them own you.
The Chavistas don't do their job well, nor the Communists, they are ignorant and stupid, the people who follow them don't do it because they give good speeches or because of their demagoguery, have you listened to Chávez's or Maduro's speech? They are empty, deceitful, foolish, the people who follow him do it because they want to deceive themselves, they are afraid of being free and they want an easy way, there is not, that is why they fail in everything, they die of hunger, they frustrate, and finally have the option again; work or perish. The cycle can continue eternally until people accept reality and decide to be free, that will finally give them what they want, although at first it does not seem so.
The rich and the poor are slaves too, they don't work for themselves but for money.
There are no temporary solutions, that is to ignore the problem, the solution is always one.
Do you fear death? All of them do it, but I am convinced that a miserable life is worse than death, and the crisis in Venezuela has only made me more convinced. Fear of fear you should have, that creates imaginary situations in the head to prevent us from being free. We are not slaves of life, only those who are afraid of it. If you want to be free, it's a clear sign that you're not.
It is like Bolívar said, nature endows us with the incentive of freedom, but it is more difficult to maintain the balance of freedom than to bear the weight of oppression.
Of course I am an insufferable idealist, and I don't really know if this comment will be of any use, but that's what I believe.
Kind of agree and that was kind of my point. There is a strong fear of making an effort, but once you do it you realise it's not that bad, and that it can be enjoyable, nurturing and, if you choose well, it can bring good desired results.
I meant the job of getting power. That, they do very well. The rest, not so much.
In a sense, I am scared of losing my freedom. I always fear to lose what I've just gotten. It's hard to enjoy things that way.
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