What is important in life?
Is it all about hedonism?
Or about accruing wealth, possessions and status symbols?
Or is it about power?
Is it religious devotion?
We all live lives of quiet desperation – or so I am told. We are desperate to get more and be noticed; to be someone.
We live our lives in a bubble of mundaneity. Our lives are pulled along down familiar routines. But where is the substance? Where is the purpose? What are we gaining?
Do we merely mindlessly live?
Meanwhile the bulk of humanity and the whole ecosystem of the planet pays the price for the extravagance and ambitions of the few. The establishment leads us on a roller-coaster of greed, avarice, selfishness and belligerence towards a precipice.
Trying to be important creates war, poverty and destruction.
I would hesitatingly suggest that there are better ways to live a life and better ways to run the world.
Perhaps those who care should get involved?
IMPORTANCE OF IMPORTANCE
The raised fist and honest twist
The acid rain and asthma pain
The babies cry and darkened sky
The shrapnel bomb and arrogant aplomb
The plastic mine and doing time
The napalm cling and shredded skin fling
The penthouse suite and frozen feet
The Leah jet and yacht set
The bimbo glide and knife’s slide
The old boy tie and outrageous lie
The cardboard box and sly old fox
The turn of the wheel and anguished squeal
The turn of the screw and smiles that chew
The rocket’s roar and overdraft score
The prostitute child and ‘ain’t life wild’
The snuff flick and torture stick
The bombs that tick
The mind’s turned sick
The boy the chick
The country hick
The cunt the prick
The sneering kick
And all the things that get you one up
On somebody else
That make someone gloat
And someone else crawl
That’s the importance of importance.