The Machine

Life kind of feels like a work camp from the 1940's. I've been going through a break up the past few months and the past 5 years i've been holed up in my apartment working overnights. Recently I've become more aware of the 9-5 system and living in a high poverty city.

And then it made me think about how short life is, how we all work to make someone rich richer and even people who are unplanned births with no parents (like me) have to compete in this world with other people who are way more equipped for success. People desperately trying to reproduce to keep the machine called society going, but it seems like the ones with more success are having more fun than the low income stress filled workers.

And love is kinda lost its charm since its romance in a work system. Work, find love, work, get married, work, have kids, work, possible divorce, work, healing, work, do hobbies, work. And any day could be our last, so we die in the middle of a grind. Someone is benefitting from all of this...