For all practical purposes, I suppose we can all claim that our existence is a scam. We are born – almost always- to parents who are not meant to be ours. Either that or they cannot afford to understand us. We live in a world that is – almost always- designed to alienate us. Either that or it cannot afford to adopt us. It is an uphill struggle. Either that or little more than downward descent.
Either way we lose.
Either way we fall.
Perhaps it is the overpowering pressure to ‘be’ more than we are and to ‘do’ more than we can. The notion to keep on pushing to preserve some mythical sense of idealism. To take charge, to cease the inimitable day and stomp our way up the pedestal.
Carp-e-diem is the sentimentalist’s synonym for carpal tunnel syndrome.
One end weighs the fall out, the other the fall.
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