you know, life is a weird thing. endless as it seems; the end is just around the corner. beautiful and atrocious. a gift and a curse. living life to the fullest is a saying and idealogy that can be constructed in several different ways. some are constantly out, partying, self medicating, hanging out, or getting in a car and driving nowhere until the gaslight turns on. is that living life to the fullest? what about a loner. do they feel that living life to the fullest is playing video games, burnt out on old weed they regret smoking out of a resin soaked pipe? i mean, it’s all a thought process. right? is one persons living anothers existing? if your only existing are you technically dead on the inside? everybody has a purpose. is a homeless person an omen to doing well in school and quickly finding a career with phenomenal job security instead of fucking around and having fun? is minimum wage a gateway drug to an enormous whose dick is bigger contest with your neighbor about who makes more, whose lawn is neater, whose kids are captains of some bullshit sports team and members of the national honor society. is that really going to help your kids succeed, or is it just going to enhance your ego. sheltering children from the harsh realities of the real world isn’t going to help them. the IRS won’t accept a letter from Princeton as payment. money doesn’t equal happiness. the prettiest people to the ugliest things. being ignorant of genocide, homelessness, and racism is the holocaust of this generation. put down your iphone, take off your ralph lauren hat and take off your lacoste polo. stop being a walking billboard for companies that pay korean children a nickel for labor. take a step out of your centrally air conditioned cookie cutter homes, breathe in the pollution riddled air and take a fucking stand. christ. /rant.
