RESURRECT DEAD ON PLANET JUPiTER

May 9, pt 3

If my life could be represented by an object, that object would be a cage. That cage would have a steel lock, representative of work and a long green skeleton key, representative of money. I am currently sitting inside the cage, thinking about whether or not I give a shit about tying a series of ropes to myself, the cage, the locks and constructing a bridge to the key.

A lot of people try to dig their way out with a shovel made out of equity and a hand carved handle of hope. Usually people just settle into that hole, cover themselves with a mountain of debt and eventually die.

My goal is to somehow leave my symbolically trapped body, float freely through all bars, let fall any bonds and drift off into some beautiful utopia. The problem is that I’ve already rooted myself in the comforts of a full-time salary. Damn the key. Even still, I don’t love money.

But there’s also a fear of filling in all the ruts I’ve been forging and running off in a state of personal anarchy. Ruts have their predictable advantages. Most of human energy is spent furtively digging them, and then trying with all will to stay within their conventional limits.

Boring? Yes. Safe? Yes.

But this isn’t anything new. I’ve been struggling with these thoughts for years. Many people do. I will meditate on this by myself. Either that or someone please give me about 100k to help me sort things out. Thanks in advance.