Chapters routine
Prologue
Dawn. With the first rays of sun awakens the day. The sound of birds echoed in the room. Awakening, lunch, shower and get started. The routine is not only a symbol of stability that most need, feel attached to certain habits that make us believe in a wrong maturity artificially created.
Coffee, cars, traffic and stress. Feeling productive, useful to society. Having a job, be constant, a prison of responsibility but no one has imposed to force you are forced to repeat for most of your life. Our society, a strong advocate of individualism drives us to a race without respect. Achieving success, economic welfare. The more the better, with this phrase could define our way of life, a spiral of no reason to drag you in search of an embodiment nonexistent.
Body.
Office papers and head numbers. Uncreative work, monotonous, that could stun the brightest of minds. Future project say, but such a future is not desirable for anyone. Day eight hours a day five days a week. A reasonable salary. We work to get money, money to buy things, buy things to fill even I’m not sure what. Thirty days of vacation for each year worked, pay fourteen. Given that the working life of a person round from twenty to sixty-five (for now), we find that sense call it vacation? As the short break that gives the pack animal to keep pushing the plow the rest of the day. They talk about freedom, but what kind of freedom is the individual to choose a lifestyle alternative to this?
Epilogue.
Back home, dinner, TV, bed. A terrible day. Preparing things for the next day, to remember that this is not over, it is and will continue. Sofa and idiot box. The television, nothing more damaging yet anesthetic stress. Bombing of misfortunes in the news, all to the magical phrase appears in your head: “Well I’m not so bad.”
Resign. Sleeping. Back to square one.
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