"When we talk about revolution, the idea is that we could enter the secret world and never return..."
"...some of us are even waiting ahead there for you."
I've struggled to find something that mirrors my disillusionment so purely. My ancestors were rebels, they were enslaved and then freed; and some were hunters or farmers, had to be; some were undoubtedly artists, maybe even dedicating their lives to the work. And here I am, trying my hardest to feel an emotion, any emotion; here I am, clocking in and out of meaningless shifts, disassociating from them, forgetting the days; here I am, burning slowly, soon extinguished by the gray world.
"What if we don't care to rule or be ruled?"
If there's something Sharkboy and Lavagirl, Spy Kids, Codename Kids Next Door, Charlie Brown, Fairly Odd Parents (the list goes on), taught me, it's that the adult world is gloomy and will oppress you. It will wipe you of your imagination if you let it, and if you listen to them - the adults - you will too become an oppressor. If you've never wished to oppress, good luck. You'll be sweeping floors and be at the beck and call of shadowy figures who will extract you for all you're worth. And on top of that, you'll be micromanaged to shit by childish bosses who never came of age. Watch as they treat you like garbage, watch as they insult your existence. You are disposable in every way, didn't you know that? You too, could be a boss one day, they tell you, with their indulgent grins; if only you'd listen! if only you'd kept your head down, your mouth shut! The idea makes you sick to your stomach.
"You can spend all your energy surviving according to the terms set by the market economy, the expectations of your parents and peers, and the weight of your own inertia - or you can risk everything to make those considerations obsolete."
So what do you do? You accept your failure, you walk with it. In fact, you must change your perspective on it. What does it mean to be failed in a failing world? So what if I'm not a vampire in the castle, like the rest of them? I was not made to suck blood.
The future is unwritten. So what does it mean for you? Will you accept their protection for your obedience? Will you till the lands for your rulers, the very lands that were once commons? Will you accept your meager pay for your efforts, will you still claim you are not in chains? Will you watch television and go to sleep, will you plan a trip to Disney or the Bahamas, will you kiss your child on the forehead in your modest single family home ,while you know full well you are bequeathing to them a burning planet? Will you trade the bitterness of struggle for the sour grapes of defeat?
Or will you fucking do something about it?
"Somewhere under those same stars were roads I'd never traveled, coastlines I'd never set foot upon, beautiful people I'd never met. If the present and the future were both inescapable and irredeemable, didn't that render me weightless, debtless, free?"