Transcendant Crutches

Again my mind drifts to the tangible goods, and I wonder if perhaps I have placed too much ill upon them. I mean in all honesty, hard currency can if used creatively facilitate something more bearable, or less stifling.

Money. Bills are payed, children’s healthcare taken care of and the whole lot.

Yet why turn my back on the idea which I posed in the last entry? Nay, I don’t turn on it, simply adapting to the rules which will not change. Currency pays yet does not guarantee our comfort. Yet we are the true tools of our own happiness, we spend the time as we please, we choose to work the overtime hours, to purchase a dollop of mirth and relaxation somewhere. In effect we buy the time, we seek it’s succulence, it’s true all absorbing tranquility before we must digress to the inhuman creatures that toil and weep amidst the grey skies of Progress.

Progress, yes, the internet, the facilitation of touching others so far away. Yet what of those so close to us. Perhaps those in the next room, awaiting us night after night? They need to be touched, soul and flesh, realigned for the path we sought with our young hearts somewhere in the backyards of our being.

Anyway this is all I can muster right now, hopefully it was not a giant hypocritical blabber of rubbish.