Most of our problems are self-created illusions, masquerading as confusion
We try to figure-out why we aren’t happy
so we invent a problem, to solve—it’s always reoccurring, it never goes away
a convenient hook we can hang our raincoat on
for a depressing
We fixate on flaws, so we don’t have to think about perfection
a world heating up
women wearing less clothes
high calorie hamburgers
and nothing to do.
If the world can’t make wise men
in the information age
with limitless free time
and no serious threat
then it’s all an illusion
like a mirage, under the sun
and the real problems of survival
are quickly won.
Men are paid to fix pipes, repair electric wires, construct buildings, and design machines that will go to the moon.
Women are paid to pretend, to act, to care, to love, to cut hair, to serve drinks on a plane with a smile, to be smart in a library by looking the part, with thick-framed glasses, and a helpful line.
If the world wasn’t paid, nothing would work.
I like to imagine the good in humanity
but I realize, it’s not necessary
We just need to transact business in the usual way
and the world goes around
and life retains its meaning
and the problems get thought of, and never resolved
Does she love me?
Or does she love me for…
fill in the blank, it doesn’t matter
What does matter, is that life has never been easier
and if it gets hard, we know what to do
but it won’t get hard
a good meal
and the afternoon sun