Here, your value is measured by how much you own.
Phones, books, gadgets, gizmos, cars, houses, companies, people.
The more you control, the more you matter
And the harder it is to touch you. Too see you as real. To see the only gap between us is the difference of how much we own.
Neither of us can defeat the gap. There is only a small, delicate wire that connects both sides, and only a select few are allowed to try to cross it. You’ll break the wire if your burdens are too heavy.
And i hate to see you on the other side of the gap. Hate seeing you where i want to be. Hate that across the gap you are still not happy.
Is anyone over there happy? Truly happy? Not “oh I am delighted by all these open doors” or “oh I am content but I cannot see past myself” but a…
How does one describe true happiness? Does it even exist? i guess there’s no standard for happiness, but it must be real, right?
please tell me it’s real.
Here, my value is measured by how much i own.
i own noting. i am nothing.
But i’ve heard that everything can come from nothing. And that nothing can take everything back, as well. And which nothing i am depends on how fast i am going.
So tell me, from across the gap, how fast am i going?