THE ORIGINS OF ALIENATION

Classic sense:

Being strange to something. In a nutshell, it’s a lost sense of truth or meaning.

Modern Sense (Rat race/Clout chasing):

“It’s a ‘blank’ that mortifies his/her flesh and ruins his/her mind” to quote from Marx.

Let’s say it’s your husband or wife, maybe it’s your work.

Perhaps you’re doing it for the money, that’s okay. Or maybe it’s your dream job.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t stop you from being alienated.

Something that really bugs me is the fact that despite being a silent film director, Chaplin voiced his thoughts on modern industrial foolishness in the early 1930s, showing that “each person is exploited for another’s sake.”

For me it’s just something I’m quite honest about and the more I reflect on it the less I care for the causes of it.

For example, my job. It’s very demanding, it’s distressing and it’s quite tough.

I have 300 plus clients that contact me through my personal cell phone alone. That really bothers me. And honestly I devil all of them. I respect them professionally but I definitely devil them.

So, does this job mortify my soul or turn me into a sedentary 20-and-something year old depressed person? Yes, it does. Slowly.

However I firmly believe bullshit has an expiration date.

Seneca said in his letters “vices surround and assail men from every side, and do not allow them to rise again and lift their eyes to discern the truth, but keep them overwhelmed and rooted in their desires.”

You must seek the truth, and listen to it and see and breathe.

Like Cyrano, in the end it may have sucked down my hopes, and courage and aspirations. It has let me down to the shadows, while others rise up to glory. And what’s left would be its reflection; my old enemies:

Cowardice, greediness, falsehood and regret. I fight them, but the best fight is always in vain.

And there’s one thing they didn’t took, though:

My big b-nose…