First Contact

I remember in talking to my friends in middle school, fantasizing about becoming rich and what our dream house would look like, and driving a Lamborghini etc. It seems silly to me looking back, but why should my dream future have looked any different? It is the American Dream and well I am an American (de los Estados Unidos). Somewhere in my person I doubted this dream, but wasn't "success" the purpose of life? Is it possible happiness didn't look like this?...




Existential strife followed. Luckily for me I made First Contact and talked to someone else who doubted the same dream. And a breath finally came as my life found new purpose. There is more to be found on this man-forsaken planet than being "successful" in the eyes of the social demon. The questions remains, what should I do now? And if not in excess money, where will freedom be found?

Great book that confronts this dilemma: Hope for the Flowers by trina paulus