What motivates me?
What motivate you?
What do you want from life?
Easy questions, hard answers. Rhetorical really.
Sometimes one gets to the point where one is basically a whore. Or shall I say, a less direct and less honest whore. Or shall I say, we are all whores all along the way.
We fancy that we are just and true while driving toward one goal, more, more of everything, more life, more stuff, more. . .
Caution and fear then dictate our actions since we might lose that chance. Fear of losing sight of the material dream, or fear of losing all that stuff we have worked so hard to think we have.
A prostitute provides a service for a fee and that is that.
We all do the same but somehow along the way we find that, name the number, and bam, you own the man (Stingray). Principles don’t count, only dollars.
Materialism is such a shallow and meaningless concept when one factors in the fact that no matter what, no matter how far from real biological life you go, no matter how many plastic houses with plastic toys in a plastic insulated world you have, you are still just a mammal or as Lennon would say “just a human”.
Who wants to be reminded of that?
Who wants to know that all the trappings are just a bunch of pointless and useless junk?
So I find myself wondering what my price is, if I have one.
Nope, sure don’t, and that is my fault.
“I have a thought, you want to know, you can’t be bought, neither can I” is really a stupid line from a stupid Off Every Day song that smacks of none other than stupidity unless you delve into the concept underneath that, essentially that all choices are conscious and that we can’t be bought, really, literally.
So do we compromise? Or is the action based on conscious choices?
How does this tie with ambition?
Well lets just say that ambition is the compromising expression of a desire to possess the world and win the war against deprecatory peers.
I don’t have any.