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a simple loop of npc lyf
. born with 'privilege'
. raised with 'standard'
. fear of failure : looking like 'lesser peeps' : helps, and general poorness
. choices out of failure of relative 'poorness'.
. religious/capitalistic choices : to make 'money'
. copycatting older baldies : with new culture flavor
. spoon feeding the same old decayed algo of 'privileged' as 'good lyf'.
Linkeded/FB/Insta : all changes as you age/'grow'
and words out of 'defense' of that 'entitlement' of 'smart'..
yes u write simplified algos, a desi spin on global baldies 'choices'..
and all that 2nd grade derivative work : so expected out of that 'entitled' money and name/surname : glory..
but why do u feel hollow inside..?
not making any new() product or service ever..
but dispensing gyaan...if u are the soap which lathers up capitalism?
few years of glory of money..
making of page 3 gang..
knowing that now 'choices' are less..
consuming fame, game and veronicas : as your 'achievements'..
and yet : its all old.
I know it : i 'failed' coz i felt it..
the bigger failure incoming : coz the marriage of physical had it predicated..
that i marry in capitalism too : in birth to death..
we differnt ... giving up on 'religion'..
requires logic...
all i offer is a 'choice'..
a painful choice..
which beomes pain/happiness free of long term..
yet short term of it : it is as pure as happiness as i ve known.
Just like a dog.