Capitalism... Why?
I Don't Know What the Point of This Is
Why am I writing this? What point am I going to get at? How am I going to navigate the fact that I’ve never stared capitalism in its face definitionally because my gut rejects the idea while writing a piece about it in specificity? Why does nothing I say get heard? What did I miss other than a ticket to college? What makes all my work get ignored? What is wrong with this hellscape we live in and why do I want to kill myself? Wait… why do we chose a system of self-imposed idealism defined by the word capitalism? Why do I feel capitalized upon while I’m dying? Why do I feel like this is exactly what this system is designed to do? Am I being bled dry? What happens when there are no options left? What happens when nothing is okay? What happens when you have nothing but everyone else is moving so fast and sacrificing so much they have nothing to give each other? Why do people who give get it exploited? Why do healers become broken? Why are the logical people the ones who can’t reach compromise in this system? Is there denial in their minds they trust so well? Is there a chance people who feel things first have valid place to speak and be understood? Is there a chance the people whose conscious direction is of mind could loosen to true respect of the intuitive and realize themselves incomplete without it? Can someone who didn’t go to college and prescribe to the safety net of ideals which corrupt people and is taught as scripture get accepted with right thought that would alter the way people see their own lies? Am I going to die and is it going to be made a show and are all the people who killed me while playing victim going to play the victim? Can I rest?
What is capitalism? Why do I feel like I’m just in hell?
