As I reflect, I open my eyes to something I've known for a great while. Two things have kept me trapped within myself. One is ego. That is a conversation all its own. What I want to put to paper (so to speak) is the other reason. I realized long ago that most people are far, far more selfish than they will ever realize. They toil mundanely, only to maintain that mundanity and the mundanity of others. They tell themselves that its expected. They tell themselves it's how the world works. They tell themselves that it's necessary. None of this would be true, if it weren't for everyone else working to maintain the mundanity. This is selfish. This is small minded. Those efforts only serve to pay the bills and keep food in their mouths. The cycle maintained from birth to death.
Not one bit of their lives move the human race forward. Not one bit offers anything crucial to our world, beyond allowing ourselves to merely get by.
Yes, there are those who better our world, our societies. Their numbers are few though. Their efforts seemingly unapproachable by the average man. Seemingly. Again, we are trapped. Imagine how many more problems we could solve if we applied our efforts to bettering the world.
You say luxury items give jobs to many people. Indeed, beginning to end, they do. The factory workers. The wholesalers. The salesman. All the steps and hands between. But to what end? To what benefit? To feed their family? In no way does this justify the efforts wasted on needless toys. Frivolous things. We chain ourselves to pointless cycles. If this same effort, this same process were applied to something far more important, we could solve the very problems we curse beneath our breaths.
I could take that sales job. I could make my money until the day I die. But it would be a selfish effort and do not doubt for a moment that the world will never know of my passing, nor yours. We toil for self serving reasons, only admiring those few who do otherwise. Admiring them from a distance. All the while maintaining our mundanity.
