( I've never really written anything before, so hopefully this won't sound as though I'm an absolutely raving imbecile, I can only speak from observation, experience, and opinion.)
(Edit: feedback is certainly appreciated, whether positive or negative. )
I begin this by stating to you the simple fact that you are worthless, not cheap, worthless. Your value in life is directly influenced by your job, your wage, your career. You work for somewhere between 8-12 hours a day, for a slimeball whom you hate, for a company you hate, in a society that hates your inability to provide more than what is possible.
You will be paid the minimum that is possible, for as much work as can be given. When you finally bring home that glorious check, you find that this money, worthless paper as it is, may not be used for pleasure or comfort, because first you must have what is given taken away. Taken away by bills you must pay, taken away by taxes you must pay, taken away by food that must be acquired through your worthless dollar, that you earned through toil for another, at an increasing result and with diminishing returns.
Welcome to your existence. You're going to wake up you sorry shitstain, haul your miserable ass to work, work like an ox for your share for someone who likely couldn't give less of a fuck if you were dead in a ditch somewhere. The people that you work with may be nice people, even great people, but you will find that you'll loathe them in time for their inadequatecy just as they loathe you for yours.
imagine for a moment two lines, these lines represent past and present. In the past, people worked hard, breaking their backs for something of value. A person could have something by the sweat of their brow, food, water, land, a home, a family, unrestricted and unrestrained by a fat cat or white collar cunt. land though life was labored, difficult, and incredibly dangerous, one had actual value in what they had, what they cared for.
The second line is much the same at first glance, one works hard to buy everything they require or wish, to have a family if they so choose, and a home. However, none of these things contain actual value at the current moment, simply because they are overshadowed by the fear of and horror of the realization of the modern world, “what if I can't afford that house? “I can't buy a new car despite mine being on its last leg and hazardous to drive.” “I live in a slum not because I deserve it, but simply because I was born there.”
Life is now meaningless, worthless…why? Because you have to pay your due, you owe everything, even your very fucking life, to the inevitable invisible wheel of greed and desire. The system hates you, extorts you, and beats you down, and yet all we can do is ask for more defilement. You exist to pay into those above you, nothing more. You exist to buy products, pay taxes, and aquire stability from your eternal fucking overlords. You will break your back and be treated like fucking scum, And you will take it with a fucking smile. Welcome to life…