This article hits home with me, it really sums up my thoughts and feelings I've been having the last year or so
It all began about a year ago. I had just finished watching the morning news over a cup of coffee, and nothing felt quite right. Having dutifully pecked the cheek of my wife with a kiss, I stood beside my sporty new car with mug in hand. The engine was purring away before my drive to work, and my favorite bumper sticker caught my eye. “Proud to be an American” it read. I paused for a moment, reflecting upon this. For some reason it just didn’t set well, like a lunch eaten too fast. On the way to the office I was at a loss to explain, in fact, why it began to seriously irritate me. I see statements like these on countless other cars every day, and I wondered how many people think for themselves these days. Then the question arose…What are we so proud of? As I asked myself this question over and over again, I suddenly couldn’t think of a single response. So why did I have this proclamation on my bumper, if I didn’t know what it meant? Why does everyone else seem to have one too, (or a flag or sticker in the window and yard). Do they know something I don‘t??
My day at work was pretty much the same as always, except for one thing. I seemed to raise a few eyebrows over lunch with my question, "Why are you proud to be an American"? The immediate reactions were about the same as mine. There was also obvious irritation about being
asked a question to which everyone is expected to know the answer. Each person I asked had no immediate response, and their confusion reminded me of my own. But then to my relief the answer that was provided one way or another, was something to the effect of..."Well, we're a free country. We're a democracy, and the people decide how they want to believe, and you know, that's a lot better than any place else in the world, right?" ...
...Recalling recent events and the sorry shape the world is in right now, such responses seemed very shallow. They sounded like tape recordings being played on cue. It was a little eerie how everybody answered in the same basic way, using the same words I’d heard on television so many times.
...Proud to be an American? Proud to value egotism and image, over practicality and reality? The US spends 6 billion dollars annually on education, and 8 billion for cosmetics! Any television ad should prove this point to you. People buy things not for their practicality but for their image….in other words, they aim to show off, which reminds me of small children trying to show “who’s got the best toy” in the sandbox. That’s pretty sad. If this is all life is about, then no wonder people are committing suicide in increasing numbers. Never again for me. The American Dream has become a nightmare for the world and for ourselves.
And whatever happened to just being truly happy and fulfilled, by living an uncomplicated life? Americans are, for the most part, an unhappy lot. They don’t look healthy, they thrive on soap operas and romance novels, laugh nervously, smoke cigarettes, eat junk food, talk non-stop trivia and need to take pills just to experience some sexual appetite. In fact, we’re becoming more unhappy by the minute, if one is to understand what statistics and simple observation are revealing. We’re taking more Prozac, Zantril, vallium, alcohol and a million other antidepressants than ever before, because of what they’re calling “chronic stress syndrome” or “chronic depression“. Our children are on Riddlin for the same reason, and 20 years ago that would have been unheard of. We’re a nervous and suspicious people, never missing a chance to dial 911 at the slightest provocation. We’ve got more people in prison per capita than any other country in the world, and we’re the most “medicated”. It’s politically correct to call all this a “chemical imbalance” but the fact of the matter is, our lifestyle and materialistic values are KILLING us. Our young people are suicidally depressed. Grade school children carry knives and guns to school. Do you suppose there’s something wrong with society, rather than with these kids? You bet.
We fully expect to surgically remove this stressed organ and that diseased tissue, and maybe our lives will be extended, (though not improved) another five years. And you know what? We count on being diseased and incapacitated after 30 years of hard labor in the 9-5, (or is that 8 to 6?) routine. That’s why it’s common to believe that we each need a million + dollars saved up, to survive our self abuse in the nearest rest home. We’ve become wage slaves who never question what it’s all for. What is all this “success” for anyway? So that somebody, somewhere, some day might somehow admire you as a great person, when deep down you know it’s all just a façade? We supposedly work for all these material “conveniences”, yet there is nothing convenient about living 30+ years according to a job description. We’re destroying our minds, bodies and planet to accomplish nothing more than an extended hospital stay. I’ve noticed that some people I’ve discussed these matters with call such statements “negative”. But is the truth “negative” or is it simply true? Is an ostrich safe just because it sticks it’s head in the sand?
We all sit in front of television sets like zombies. Televisions have become our closest companions, instead of other people. And people will watch anything, as an “escape”. If we’re so “successful” then why is it that all we want to do is escape? If we’re so “successful” then why is it that all we want to do is escape? Our mental lives are like those of soap opera characters concerned only with game show trivia. Our intellectual standards have sunk to a point where no one even asks “Why”? any more, and no one questions anything. The words “truth”, “logic” “honesty” and “reality” aren’t even in our vocabulary. No one dares speak them because of the responsibility they might imply.. Everyone has “their own truth” as though truth is whatever you want to make up. We don’t really talk to each other any more. It’s only polite smiles and small talk, as though there isn’t anything more important to talk about. We care more about our petty emotional distress and what product to buy next, than we do for the planet, which is being destroyed as we speak. We care more for what goes into the engines of our cars then our own bodies, while spending more time taking care of the lawn rather than working out. Don’t you see? Image has become far more important to us than substance. Our lives are like a fancy box with exquisite wrapping paper and bows, but with nothing inside. ...
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