But is it so wrong to strive and long for more? And why is it deemed selfish to drop everything and go after what you want?
I have half a mind to just go. To do what, I'm not entirely sure. But the idea of just quitting my job, packing my bags, and setting off somewhere else to just experience life is sounding very appealing to me at the moment. And perhaps it's just what I need to appreciate what I have.
I just read a marvellous book called "The Fountainhead" by Ayn Rand (it's quite famous, actually). Though fantastic, a small part of me wishes I hadn't read it. Had I avoided it, I might not be in this position. The book is about a multitude of things; the themes and ideas which are relevant to my situation include the truth of how influenced people are in their ideas--most are not made by independent thought but by the opinions of others--and that altruism isn't necessarily a virtue, in many cases it serves as the facade for one's own selfishness.
At this moment, I can't stand my job. There, I said it. When I was first hired I don't think I would have said that. But now, especially after reading this book, I can't even fathom going back. But I have to.
I'm just sick of all the bullshit. One person came up with a (valid) fact about what's being sold, and the company runs with it and stretches it to the point that it's overdone. They're clothes for God's sake, not a person with exceptional depth! As I write this I feel contradictory thoughts sprouting in my head. Personally, my clothes are an extension of myself, but I don't need some goddamn idiot telling me that I'll feel better with it. That's the problem: capitalism. And the use of any and all things to make that money. They don't care about you, they just care that they can tear you down enough that you'll look to them or their product to lift you up.
I know the world's materialistic. I know that I can be superficial. But come on. I want to do something with meaning.
My thoughts are really jumbled and might not make sense. But I needed to get this off my chest a bit. I'm not even close to being done, but I can't think of any other way to express my frustrations than smashing the keyboard a few times and no one wants to/will be able to read that.
So I'll leave it at this.
You can go back to your life now.
Kiah