Wealth is artificial.

It's a gimmick, a bizarre social construct to ensure civilization's longevity. This incarnation of us anyway.

Think about it... today, you probably frequented a cafe, ordered a hot beverage, and either handed over a plastic card or paper or more pieces of plastic (Australia uses plastic notes), and in return, some person behind a machine produced your order. In tandem, some machine (half a country away) acknowledged the transaction, and deducted from some figure stored on another machine to indicate you have less capacity to order more hot beverages (or whatever else you wanted).

The concept of ownership is equally baffling. Think about it... we possess clothes, electronic devices, vehicles, houses. Our nearest evolutionary cousins, the Chimpanzees, missing out by a handful of chromosomes, have nothing (at least not legally).

Wealth and by extension, power and influence, is an illusion created between those who have lots and those who have none. And for those who are born with silver spoons in their mouths, they'll never fathom what it means to struggle.

So, NO. We are not all equal. We may bleed red, are susceptible to the same viruses and bacterium, breathe air, eat and defecate. But we are all different. We may all shit, but some of our shit don't fucking smell!

This is such a mind-fuck, isn't it? The filthy rich get filthier, and the rest of us, the 99% of us who only have access to 1% of the pie; we'll just keep running after our cheese (because some jerk keeps moving it!).

Therein lies the trap:

The more you earn,

...the more you feel obliged to provide your family with better things in life;

...the more you feel the need to give your children an advantage so they may gain a better chance at success;

...the more you feel disenfranchised when compared with others who were more blessed;

...the more depressed you get;

I wish I could escape. But I can’t.

The reality of it is that I’m a slave, pawn, puppet, expendable red-shirt in the grand scheme of things. I like to think that an individual, or groups of individuals sit out there in their plush comfortable leather chairs, smoking cigars, indulging on caviar pulling the strings from high above, dictating what happiness should be…

But I dare not. We are the ones to blame. Us. You and me, and that guy across the office, and that girl who works at the coffee shop.

We choose to sit tight, hang back, subscribe to the idea of capitalism—a bastard of a way of life...

...for rats like us.

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