The Debt

Money, our lives revolve around it, unfortunately, hell our lives may have begun because of it. Our parents deciding they are 'earning' enough to support a child. Money haunts our existence before our existence has even began. And what is it? Our species feeble attempt to structure the chaos of simply being here? What would we do without it? What would it be like? Would we survive? Even Post-apocalyptic future that have been pondered and written about in fiction have had a system of 'money'. Water, books, fuel, bottlecaps, women, sex, guns, ammunition, shelter. I could go on. But the fact is this, our species cannot exist without this barter and transfer of 'goods' something beneficial, rare and/or 'different'. We cannot purchase something or even DO something for someone else without thinking of the 'cost benefit'. How does our good deeds relate into something we can get something out of? How shallow of a society we have. Rare, extremely rare, to find someone who is willing to give, or do something for someone else without expecting, demanding or wanting something return. 'Scratch my back i'll scratch yours'. I'm not saying it does not work, look where we are today. Our cities and culture, medicine and technology. But where would be if we all just live and did things for the sake of doing them? The fact we can?
 We're lazy, there's no doubting that fact, you can try redeem yourself right now with thoughts of exercise, gym memberships, jobs and hours of sleep, but you are. Sorry to burst that fragile bubble of belief there, but it's not like I pull my punches I'm afraid. We work, for ourselves, to fund ourselves, our dreams our families and those closest to us. We torture ourselves so we can claim some satisfaction in some 'luxury'. Even the brightest star fades. No matter the currency, it will burn. We lay down our lives, we waste our time and we destroy others for what most would believe as 'paper'.
 I can't help but feel a tang of reminder in my brain at the cliche of Fight Club right now, and I know that will deter some of you from even reading on from this point. But to erase the debt records, to start anew, fresh and without weight of money on our shoulders that we do not even own. Can we be free? We'd all love to be bit more Tyler Durden.
 But perhaps that is the point, there is no Tyler Durden, there is no currency or debt. It is a construction of an over imaginative human intellect desperately trying to justify the existence of itself in a reality that would, in all probability, do better without it. Our self importance, the pedestal we made ourselves, though well founded and weighed down, will topple. We've already seen fringes of a culture hell bent on the destruction of this so called 'order'. It's not too far off of becoming a religion.
 The human race will do their damnedest to hold onto the world it has created for itself. But even from before we we're 'human' this world was never meant to be ours. We stole it. We shaped it. In all likelihood it will be us that will also destroy it. Out of our great empires of dirt and air there will come a dawn of a new age. Perhaps not even including the human. See we think history and the universe will not function without us, that ol' 'if a tree falls in the forest with no one to hear it, does it still make a sound?' The universe, reality and dimension got on fine without us before and it'll continue without us if it needs to. Come to think of it, we're a danger not only ourselves, but the entirety of what we know and ultimately, don't know.

The Difference

We fear, we fear what we do not understand, that fear can lead to a great many things. Hatred, jealousy, rage, envy, aggression, etc. As human being we have this thirst and pure desire to 'know'. To understand. If many of us had our way I'm sure we'd do everything we could to know 'everything'. And that would still not be enough. A very human thing is to want answers, to need them, to make sense and rationalize something which perplexes us. It's rare we are content to 'not know' and let that which we do not understand be. It may have gotten our race to where it is today, but today is different. Today and for some time now, we have been evolved to a state that doesn't seem... conquerable. I don't mean to say that what we are now is the perfect being, far from it. I don't believe thats within our capacity at any rate. There is more honor today in the animal world than our own. If I had to say what we have become is something less than human. We are so desensitivedsed, out of touch and distant. We've lost so much compassion and understanding. Today is all about destroying, destroying in order to understand. To know. Mystery seems to be feared. Mystery is endangered, if not extinct. Go into space and look back down and see for yourself, we hate not knowing and not being able to control so much we've lit up the dark side of the earth. Perhaps it's the sense that in the darkness we'll see true. See what we are and what we've become. There is an irrational fear of the dark beset in most, if not all of us. Safe to say that this was because we did not know what lurked in it, for our own bodily sense we could not 'see' and find comfort in a blackened world. But now, today. I think what we fear most in the dark is ourselves. Afraid to even be ashamed. Taught to be proud and 'live life'. Honor is no more, chivalry dead, pure good nature is now just... nature.
 Take myth, legend and folklore. We've done all we can to PROVE and DISPROVE fantastical things which had us hope and dream. There is an epic sense of boredom, not just in our culture but in our species. Take a look around at what we have done for ourselves. There is and can be so much more to us, so much potential and wonder. Seems we're just too lazy and confined to be 'realistic'. Realism today seems to be a echo of pessimism.
 So many people are doing and dedicating their lives into fitting in this lore of society, this some what ever changing world, ever changing due to the fact it does not exist, a shakey illusion in to which our species is becoming fixated and consumed by. We are all so desperate to be accepted, to be recognised and acknowledged. Yet it seems we can't even do that when we look into a mirror. What hope have we to do that in a limp lie?
 We're stuck, in every sense of the word.