random chaos

Once the war begins there is no turning back. A war against time, a war on the mind, a war against one’s self...  raging within. It’s war all the time. The guilt that we feel (or should feel... or possibly shouldn’t feel, depending on which way one looks at it) from suffering from issues that are merely bourgeois luxuries such as writer’s block or pining for the love of a lost lover. People in different walks of life do not have such concerns, they are concerned with finding enough food to survive or with the health of a terribly sick child or the loss of a family member. Our capitalist culture dictates that we consume and consume and consume so we are forever left feeling that something is missing from our lives. You’ll notice that those who have millions and millions in the bank, cars in the driveway of their paid for mansions are all out trying to do something for the starving... this too is simply a personal need. They are told by society that they should care for those less fortunate to fulfil the gap that they still feel even though they have achieved what they are told is the ultimate goal... the American dream... wealth and ownership.