Pleasantly comatose

We live in a dark place, akin to a large grime laden sphere of coal. In the rough, diamonds lay, thoughts, sometimes objects as tangible as your own grip. Yet these physically present things, are they truly what we seek? Status objects, they get us what we want? Or is it simply what we settle for?

We settle. We rest in the pits of our limited means. So much value placed on the tangible.

How is something valued? What offers value?

We assign it..just as a diamond is marked by a keen eyed and prudent jeweler we have forgotten to realize our true freedom in a realm so fleeting.

The time flees quicker than the thoughts which we harvest to fog such clarity. We are awake and living, breathing and acquiring, yet we are not.

Comatose and happy in the realm of asset and status.

Yet perhaps my ideas delve to deep in the utopian realm, I think so, yet it is my idea of hope that keeps me blessfully stubborn.

Keep trying, continue the thoughts, free yourself the mind says. Yet how? How is it we do this?

Yet even in this masturbatory mental game we are losing the only thing which we truly can call an asset.

Time.