What We Truly Are

by

Paul E Sexton

Fundamentally wrong.
That’s how we live.
How our world spins around.
Mental illness is a manifestation of
a cultural psychoneurosis
revealed in the individual.
Chemical addiction and
Chemical imbalance and
Manic Depression and
Stress Anxiety Syndrome and
Multiple Personality Disorder and
uncontrollable rage are
seething gaping tattered holes torn
in the well accepted tapestry of social dishonesty.

We believe that material wealth is a measure of worth.
We believe that human life can be measured in statistics.
We believe in objectifying others to get what we want.
We believe that sexual promiscuity is somehow liberating.
We believe simply going to work each day is an acceptable use of a lifetime.
We believe that needing mind-altering chemicals to feel good makes sense.
We believe that purchased possessions have value.
We believe that true love is anachronistic.
We believe the ends justify the means.
We believe we’ll have time to relax in our old age.
We believe our governments fulfill a social contract.
We believe in get them before they get you.
We believe that idle hands are the devils workshop.
We believe in survival of the fittest.
We believe in nuclear proliferation.
We believe that what you see is what you get.
We believe what we see on television.
We believe in plastic surgery.
We believe in acceptable losses.
We believe in destroying our own planet.
We believe, We believe, We believe
We believe that we are indestructible!

We are the living antithesis
of what we truly are and
in our unbridled desire
we are self destruction personified.

The lie is that it all has meaning.
The lie is that there are no other choices.
The lie is that one individual doesn’t make a difference.
The lie is that there are no consequences.
The lie is that we don’t cause our own suffering.
The lie is that money and possession mean more than people Or love.
The lie is that mental illness is an aberration
and that something is wrong with individuals so diagnosed.

STOP!
Lets just stop!

Breathe deeply and slowly.
Actually feel the air flowing back out again.
Stop and Look.
Look for the answers
waiting to be discovered
in between each BREATH.

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