Gimmicks
Seeking wisdom, Seeking adulthood
Popularity at all costs, nothing more. Rediculously large sources of income, with no risk. All of it, and all of it now.
You can’t really write until after your head has been cleansed. Of all that junk, of those insecure worries, of those infomercials. I’m going to show up for that interview tomorrow, I’m going to wake up at six, and I’m going to get that job. I’m going to solve all of my financial worries, and it’s going to allow me to be more creative. The more you try to make things happen, the less they do.
The universe senses a gimmick from a mile a way. It’s intelligent, it can sense when you’re being insencere. It can sense when you’re being lazy, and it can sense when you’re in the zone.
Whatever it is, we are here, commited and producing. For the sake of everyone involved, building a beter universe. So here’s where we’ll meet. We’ll meet in the hallway between your mind and mine.
We can both see it now, there’s no room for us in this free market economy of Taco Bells and Exxon Mobiles. We have to make believe, we have to pretend, we have to build another world we can live in, until it’s real again.
What is accomplishment, what is worthiness? Is it endless practicing, endless drilling, is it 10,000 hours of practice in a closed room? Are we not all born worthy, with something to say?
Then why do we let experts speak for us?
Ten thousand hours studying, before you crack a stab at being honest.
The trees blow, and we work. What all this empty talk does. It keeps us alive.
Truth and justice always win in our little stories. Evil forever loses, good forever triumphs. Details are lost, we always win.
Why are we working these dead beat jobs, why are we paying these bank fees? Aren’t we the stuff the universe is made of? Shouldn’t we be more?
Young girls and fast cars. We’re sold a song from the day we’re born and it goes like this:
I am special I am a winner. I will win in life, and what I will win is beautiful money. Winning is beautiful luxurious money.
We’re all writing a story together.
What is success, but a thousand thank yous? A million people who can’t afford it, saying thank you, you helped us. That we might all become millionaires, that we might all stay honest. The bets are going out, right time is desceding. 30 more seconds, forty more minutes, and we willl no longer be able to keep the straw line open between our minds. We all have that disease. We forget.
