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Nice Things
Nov. 5th, 2004 08:54 pmI've been thinking a lot about nice things today. working at Nordstrom's, I guess it would be inevitable. I spent two days surrounded by stunning shoes and another day with the softest, most beautiful cashmere sweaters. And I wanted them all, they're so nice. but then I heard Medusa's voice in my head saying "I don't want to die surrounded by nice things". The implication being that one can live a life of meaning and adventure or one could live safely and have nice things. I don't want nice things. I think nice things are the cause of so much worry.
As American's all we care about are our nice things. We think that God gave us nice things so we send our people all over the world to kill and be killed, all to protect our nice things. We lay their lives, their bodies, their innocence on the alter of nice things. There lives mean less then our nice things. We elect a dangerous moron because we're afraid of loosing our nice things. We had over our civil rights on a silver platter because we think it will help us hold on to our nice things. We let thousands of people die each year due to a lack of health care, our country ranks 34th worldwide in terms of infant mortality, but we won't pay to save these lives, we might not be able to afford more nice things. We turn our noses up at the poor man or woman on the corner asking for change because that would be one dollar less to spend on nice things. We hide inside our nice homes, never get to know our neighbors, or have real friends, we spend fortunes on high tech security systems, to protect our nice things.
At what point did nice things begin to mean more then life? Why are we so concerned with nice things? What are you will to sacrifice to keep your nice things?
As American's all we care about are our nice things. We think that God gave us nice things so we send our people all over the world to kill and be killed, all to protect our nice things. We lay their lives, their bodies, their innocence on the alter of nice things. There lives mean less then our nice things. We elect a dangerous moron because we're afraid of loosing our nice things. We had over our civil rights on a silver platter because we think it will help us hold on to our nice things. We let thousands of people die each year due to a lack of health care, our country ranks 34th worldwide in terms of infant mortality, but we won't pay to save these lives, we might not be able to afford more nice things. We turn our noses up at the poor man or woman on the corner asking for change because that would be one dollar less to spend on nice things. We hide inside our nice homes, never get to know our neighbors, or have real friends, we spend fortunes on high tech security systems, to protect our nice things.
At what point did nice things begin to mean more then life? Why are we so concerned with nice things? What are you will to sacrifice to keep your nice things?
