Sitting at the red light on yet another sunday night. The thought of returning to school is looming in the back of my mind. I look at my windshield which is speckled with water droplets. The worst of the storm has passed, leaving it’s remnants of water particles on my window. The drizzle is still light, but not light enough for me to have to switch the window wiper on. The red reflection of the stoplight combined with water droplets creates a depressing mood. What is the purpose of each individual rain drop? Has their sole mission their entire life been to land on my windshield? what type of existence are they living? More importantly, what type of existence am I living? Confining myself to this four-wheeled box spending all the money I made working just to get from point a to point b. Which is generally from my house to work. I’m using the majority of my paycheck just to get to work. Fucked up place we live in. Maybe these raindrops have it right. They travel, free, not having to abide by the laws of any other raindrop. They all just adhere to the rule of gravity. Us humans, we try to fight the system, but all end up in the same place. It really makes me wonder what is the actual purpose for our existence. The more I think about it, the more I think the raindrops have it right.
Yes . . . it's the Myth of Sisyphus all over again. Much of life is constrained by the patterns imposed on the individual by the societal framework. It can be maddening at times. Eventually, though, if you're careful and persevere, the dollars you make will exceed the dollars spent on getting to work, and that, at least, gives you enough disposable income to do a few things which are otherwise out of reach--go to Ireland, for instance. (The problem there is that a lot of folks spend the money to anesthetize themselves from the pain and boredom of work (drink, drugs, entertainments), thus insuring they never make it out of the working to get to work pattern. On the other hand, there were some lovely bits of writing in this piece. Wondering about the rain is a good place to start. Keep at it, brother.
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