This is Not an Entrance

(Z. Z. Z.)

Imagine a place where we can all take solace, a time in the day where we can reflect on our lives and see if we really are moving in a positive way and living a worthwhile life. We roam from day to day reaching what goal? Something to call your own at the end of the day, pondering on how this seedling can bloom into a beautiful sunflower, dating and daunting its way through the California summer breeze. Am I making a difference or am I just idling in the same position, stagnant and lukewarm, never achieving anything I ever dreamed about, leaving it all for stability. What a safe idea, something I can really be comfortable about. Something I can just commit to and let the world and cycle consume my life. How convenient, no risk at all, what a stable house to own, built and blockaded with twigs and bricks. No wind of chance or a whim of destiny can blow my house down. The rich life, how nice it may seem or smell, is not what meets the eye.

We think we are only happy if something happens of if we achieve something spectacular. What about the in-between times where we haven’t met our goal yet? Should we be unsatisfied with the dirt that we stand on and always wish for concrete? We cannot be happy unless we get the promotion, get the house, or get the car; we have to be happy along the whole journey. How might that be possible? Just being humble and appreciating what God or whoever you worship has already granted you. Appreciate the simple things in life and the loved ones around you and really cultivate that community of people you trust.

They always tell me, “This world is cut throat and you have to get your own.” But I snicker to myself, telling myself that that is just a fabrication of life, that is just what we have become, the monster we have been harboring within us.

The media vampires are out to suck you dry and the moody dollar is tugging on your conscious, requesting you to shake away your values, just give in one more time. ‘Comon, nothing like some sex and violence all bundled up in an action-packed summer blockbuster with a $9 hot dog.

(Basquiat said it best)

Trust me, that house on the hills will really earn me some respect in this “world,” that expensive car will really show these people what I am made of. That certain name brand will really make me feel good about myself. (Oh the lies)

I Guarantee It. (Do not be blinded, strike through the gossamer’s curtain with passion!)

So when is it time to give up this painstaking laborious journey? When is it time to just fall back on something comfortable, never risking any of my eggs. The lovely but deadly cycle of old money transferring into new lives and ruining the standard of living for generations of parachute children to come; the greed of money is apparent in running these suburban lifestyles.

Money becomes the cheese in the mouse trap.

We are constantly tempted by this blockade of cheddar-yellow green-n-filthy goodness. Each chunk of green swarms the eye with dollar signs, a sure sign that hypnosis from the media will is settling in.

We need to find that balance. The medium between the necessity of money and the ridiculousness of it as well. Our Obsession of monetary funds. Why can’t our society be obsessed with helping people? At least everyone’s joining the Green Bandwagon; nothing like a mass appealing angle at saving our fragile Planet Earth.

I am still looking for a place to escape the harsh realities of a banal life, fully submerged in the liquids of a cyclic America. The In’s and Out’s of goods and funds. The constant interaction between credit card transactions. I have to constantly remind myself that we must always seek for something more, never being satisfied with the injustices of our world; seek for more balance in this chaotic jungle gym. The Pulls and Pushes of this world are really creating monstrous tidal waves criss-crossing and crashing into whichever jagged rock it decides to lean its heavy wave upon.

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As it is up to us, to navigate through the maelstrom and find our way home to each of our own personal sacred destinations. The iron-clad gate at the twisting culmination of a fruitful garden. The light creeping out of the door at the end of the walkway of fun. The fountain of eternal youth. The hope we all hide deep inside of our bodies, protected from the pollution of the world.

Rise above, open your third eye, decipher through the lines, the Time is now.

G.O.D. S.A.V.E. T.H.E. U.N.I.T.E.D. S.T.A.T.E.S.

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R.F.V. / Z.Z.Z.