I was thinking...about how twisted our little society has become.
About the fundamental difference between what we are supposed to value and what we truly do.
About all the character traits that are becoming more and more rare in a community that promotes corruption, betrayal, cruelness, hate, hopelessness, monotony and conformity.
About the fact that the central concept around which everything else revolves is money. Everybody thinks that happiness equals money. We are so set on the idea that life's purpose is to make money any way we can that we keep going, never stopping to think about all the people we've stepped upon or those we've pushed off the road just for being in our way. Friends are lost, along with dignity and scruples. Only when you wake up full of money and painfully alone do you understand that the whole point of the journey was missed.
In the end, think about it this way: if everyone else is dead, who cares that you're wealthy? I'd rather die now that know that when I'm old the only friend I'll have left will be the twenty-year-old girl claiming to be my wife, just waiting for the "old fart with big bucks" to bite the dust.
The sad thing is that some of us are already giving up the fight, getting used to this mutilation of the sense of good and bad and starting to truly believe that this is the way to be, if you want to win.
But, as long as there will still be a few of us who refuse to lose hope in true moral fiber, all is not lost...
About the fundamental difference between what we are supposed to value and what we truly do.
About all the character traits that are becoming more and more rare in a community that promotes corruption, betrayal, cruelness, hate, hopelessness, monotony and conformity.
About the fact that the central concept around which everything else revolves is money. Everybody thinks that happiness equals money. We are so set on the idea that life's purpose is to make money any way we can that we keep going, never stopping to think about all the people we've stepped upon or those we've pushed off the road just for being in our way. Friends are lost, along with dignity and scruples. Only when you wake up full of money and painfully alone do you understand that the whole point of the journey was missed.
In the end, think about it this way: if everyone else is dead, who cares that you're wealthy? I'd rather die now that know that when I'm old the only friend I'll have left will be the twenty-year-old girl claiming to be my wife, just waiting for the "old fart with big bucks" to bite the dust.
The sad thing is that some of us are already giving up the fight, getting used to this mutilation of the sense of good and bad and starting to truly believe that this is the way to be, if you want to win.
But, as long as there will still be a few of us who refuse to lose hope in true moral fiber, all is not lost...
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