We move around, in tandem
We humans seeking desperately for our almaz
Not stopping to ask if it exists
It must, we tell ourselves.
We give ourselves that elixir that purports to heal us of any ailments
Whatever it is, will be cured
Wherever we want to, we can go
However we want to, we will be able to.
And so it is, we run and skip and jump and walk and crawl and cry on the treadmill of life
Never stopping, never pausing to ask
“Is this all there is?”
“Is this the best way for me to live my life”
No, we don’t do this
To do so would be too painful
And too costly we tell ourselves,
In man-hours not worked,
In risks that if taken might not yield rewards
Too painful in the number of coffees, dinners, lunches, travels
We can buy with our money
Who cares about happiness?
When you have a salary
Who cares about job fulfilment?
That is the worry for 1st-world people
Our parents did not have the luxury of job-fulfilment,
They worked at the jobs they had because they had to
So how dare we ask for job fulfilment and satisfaction?
We ingrates, we.
But then I ask,
Do we have to tread the same paths our parents tread?
Can we not think for ourselves?
Choose for ourselves?
Live for ourselves?
Can we not own our own ambitions and aspirations?
Can we not overcome our own fears?
Should we not?
Why should we always flow along the same river?
Why can’t we break away and form our own streams
To water different lands?