There are those who always seem to be in perpetual happiness. Those who seem to live carefree lives, they have a family, they have a nice house, they have a nice car, they make good money. They seem to be living the american dream, a paragon of what life is all about.
However. . .
Whenever they are alone, they are nothing of the sort. The stress oozes from them, the anguish, then tension, the anger, frustration and pain seep out of them like goo. Their car is depreciating in value, their mortgage has risen, their wife demands more, their kids hate them, their boss pushes them harder at work. They are drained dry and still people want more from them, and if they don’t give more, everything will be taken.
Their boss will fire them.
Their wife will leave them and take everything (the kids, the house, the car, that 401k plan he had for his retirement, child support, alimony, etc.)
Their whole world will fall apart in less than a breath, and there won’t be anything they can do about it.
And yet, they walk around, straining to hold their head high because the shame weighs it down. The guilt of not being able to keep his family happy, the frustration of never doing good enough in the eyes of his boss, the constant and excessive nagging and ever-growing list of demands swallows and consumes him until he has nothing left.
he does all this, and yet, everything is still taken from him.
Beware of the false light, gentlemen, beware of those who appear to live the American Dream. As George Carlin said, “. . .because ya gotta be asleep to believe it.”
Alright, that’s my spiel. Til next week. . .