Minimalist

Started from nothing and now I have clutter to look at for my entertainment. Working hard for money in an industry that doesn’t care just for us to spend it on the same fucking industry. We need to minimize what we buy so they lose control of us.

What if when we sleep the people that are out working are the people that are figuring out what they want us to do next. What if they keep us distracted from our basic needs to live because they are out making money from what we spend in the industries they own.

We’re puppets in life. We need to connect to ourselves . Recenter ourselves. Find out what matters really. What we need to survive and still be happy. We don’t need TVs. We don’t need fragrant candles and vases to hold out flowers. Hair products to look presentable to appease the image THEY created. Selling perfumes to attract others.

Who are we but skin and bones.

We are meant to live in the grass and dirt and not in a house made of cement and bricks. Laying with our heaters blasting and phones charging. With the moon covered by plaster and steel.

Who are we but skin and bones.

Drinking warm coffee watching tv about people’s lives so you don’t have to live yours. Are you happy with settling? Are you happy with living a form of yourself that isn’t the purest? Are you okay with that?