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The times killed me

I've done the normal. The thing everyone expects of you go to school work and then you magically become successful. What is success? Is it a house, a car, a family, a happy life, luxury, comfort? I've come to realise as humans we've been brainwashed by our own technology by the things we've created to help ease our lives. We spend countless hours of our day on our phones, laptops, Tv's, consoles, all these distractions to take us away from the world the struggles and hardships of things going on around us. I'm tired of all the distractions. It feel like I'm always running and living life on repeat. I'm fucking tired of the way I've been forced to make my life. Why should I live like this why should I be forced to work a 7 hours a day 6 days a week to pay rent and bills just for my basic necessities. I don't work in a job I enjoy, I don't learn new skills, I do tasks on repeat, over and over again and for what for fucking what just for some number to appear in my bank account and of me to give them away. We've come to a point in time where life is nothing but survival in modern. Survival in the big city, chasing the light. We're all like moths gravitating to the light until it burns us it's fucking hilarious. We could be doing so much more with our time, with our lives but all we do is work for numbers, so we can survive. I'm fed up, I've reached my breaking point. I wasn't born for this time I really wasn't. I want to be free riding on the back of a horse through a heard of buffaloes with a bow and arrow strapped to my back, I want to be running barefoot in the jungle, I want to be breath the clean air while I sit on the river bank my toes dipping into the water, I want to feel the slash of salty water on my skin and hear the waves. I want all of it but it wasn't for me. I was born to the wrong times and the times killed me.


By A.M

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