I remember, not to long ago, that a revolution was in the making. It seemed like that is all anyone could talk about. The time had come to make drastic changes to the way we live life, and the future would be bright because of it. Our apathy had worn off, and we had taken charge of our destiny. We were tired of being told that we were free, while we were so thirsty for a sip of pure freedom.

Then something happened and it went by unnoticed by many. Worldly distractions came into play, and people had plans for their lives, which didn’t include spending a lifetime to overthrow our oppressors. People found good paying jobs, and decided since they can afford to raise a family to do so, and to drive a nice car. The jobs are not as bad as you would think actually, and besides the paper cuts and early wake up times, it is kind of fun. Contributing to the machine has its benefits.

So I am guessing the revolution is off, and it is easier to find happiness in slavery than you think. We can still listen to extraordinaries individuals on the radio living life the way we would have. Making a difference in the world, changing it for the better, and inspiring others. The guy who owns The Container Store for example, who built his company on the basis of people. His employees are paid well, and they don’t try to stuff what analytical experts think we want stuffed in our face. We can pretend we think and act like he does, but really, we find it all to much work.

The revolution can wait, because I have to get my oil changed. Perhaps when I get a new car, I will be able to do more with my life.

Since we are calling the whole thing off, I guess I can throw away my collection of ideas for the new world. My idea for a company owned by the employees isn’t going to do anyone any good, since that is just a risky idea in our volatile world economy. It is really better to leave it in the hands of someone with way too much money, because they know what to do. They know better how to spend it since they don’t actually spend time working in the store. They know what the factory workers need to be more efficient and comfortable in the workplace.

Oh, and my ideas about feeding the hungry, total crap. You know, those people don’t really need to eat because if they did, they would get a job right? I mean, everyone can get a job, no problem; as long as you are not a felon, disabled, a veteran with mental problems, or too old to work, and you have a car, a shower, presentable clothes, enough food to eat so you don’t fade out while on the job, a babysitter, a phone, someone to vouch for your character, and the ability to write. Plus, potatoes are expensive, and the money is better in the hands of our loving and grand CEO.

Without all that money he couldn’t be rested and comfortable before he has to make all those tough decisions. The more grumpy he is, the more of us who lose our jobs.

I guess since the revolution is off, all of this is kind of pointless anyways. Now that I have more time, maybe I can look into starting a paper job. I can move the paper, and think about how nice it would be if all this paper were trees all around me. The gigantic cities all over the place are actually grand villages far a few between, populated by blacksmiths and farmers, people who knew what it meant to be a professional in a trade . Travel between them is long, slow, and tough, but we must gather loyal members into our militia!

The revolution starts at dawn!

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