Dictates of Society: Your Most Undignified Life Choices

When I was a child, I also liked receiving & wearing nice things, expensive clothes, priceless jewelry, and most importantly, being able to brag about it.

When you grow up, you tend to make life choices that not only impact the lives of others but improve your own outlook in life–not choosing the expensive, not bragging about your latest waste of money.

One truly reaches the point of maturity only when he realizes which things matter most, and how to appreciate the things that matter. We’re not the only people in the world. We share it with others. And as much as I love to have things for myself, I try to not do things to distinct myself from the less fortunate, but rather, if I am not able to share what I have, I chose not to use money deliberately.

People may often see these mature actions not only in how one gives, but how one reserves for oneself, limits oneself, discipline oneself.

If people lived on the principle that life is not for show, then, we wouldn’t have glamorous fashion industries ceaselessly dictating for us the difference between the rich and the poor, nor conversations about how much one’s latest phone is worth compared to another’s. But there is no principle, there is only competition.

It seems but innate in man to compete, to win over and “one-up” another. But it’s not. So much so are we mesmerized by what society dictates as beauty vs. disgusting, and high-class, standard or cheap.iphone_sjobs

If you lived on the principle that life is not for show, and believed in your hearts that our stay here is temporary and nothing worldly matters in the so-called “afterlife,” then you wouldn’t care about the brand on your shoes or fur coats or watches. You would even feel for starving people in Africa in a more logical way by realizing the waste you’d spend on either a cigarette stick, a bottle of beer, or a million-dollar diamond-studded watch, because out there, some people cannot even afford that luxury.

And it’s not about the fact that they’re there and you’re here and there’s “nothing you can do about it.” It’s the fact that your reckless, and insulting the life these true brave ones live each passing day, not knowing whether they’ll be alive for days or at least even hours from this very moment.

You have the guts to call yourself classy, you think you have worth in the pinnacle of societal hierarchy, but you are worthless and undignified where it truly matters–having a name that will be remembered by countless idiots of the future non-progressive generations. And if it were to be, that we leave this world generations no better than our own, whose pride belong to hierarchical stature and egotism based on societal standards forever, I’d rather not be remembered than be labeled among that vast variety of stooges, calling themselves free but clearly being dictated by the honor-less standards of society.

chainedFor what is equality if this simple basic is not of value to any of you?–those who show compassion and care to make a name for themselves, but prejudice on the fashion and dominance of societal majority. I despise them.

I despise all those things. And I do not look up to people who think highly of themselves for practicing standards of societal hierarchy.

They powder themselves up on the outside. They make name and reputation towards the gullible simpletons of their society to look up to them. But deep down inside, they smell of fish and rotten eggs. They display affection and empathy to the extent of reputation alone.

Ponder about this. Ponder long and hard.

What you think you have done for society may only be of reputational gain.

The source of which is your insufferable desire to be better than others–dominance, but only in the eyes of the unsuspecting public.

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