The America I grew up with is a land full of opportunities and chances; it is a world of unbelievable wealth and much of that is accessible.
As immigrants and natives alike, we have had imbedded in us the concept that whatever we can dream for ourselves is a viable possibility – we just have to work for it.
What a load of Soviet propaganda. Children are still fed this totalitarian drivel on their way to dreamland, minutes after switching the Kardashian’s off of the television.
Money has always been the bedrock of American life, there’s no denying it. We make money, and as a nation we’re quite good at it.
But, what gets swept under the rug is our innate ability to dream of wealth. Why is that a problem one might ask? Fear not, I will tell you: it is because the longer one dreams of becoming wealthy the more it becomes a necessity. And, the larger the necessity the less work one becomes willing to put into to obtain it. The longer the wait, the more reason it should fall into the wisher’s lap.
America is no longer a nation of hard work, grit and determination. We are a coddled people that expect the world to bend for us.
I am speaking generally. But, generalities find ways of become legitimacies. What happened to the Christian values so many American’s are fighting to have returned to the fabric of the country? Good will towards man? Surely that boils down to the human right of free health care for one and all? To me that means no one goes hungry within our borders; no one should be cold tonight. But, money seeps into all of these things. Those that oppose this “charity” will argue that we don’t have the money to feed 350 million people; that free health care would drain our economy – however, charity is giving old clothes to shelters. These are basic human rights. A human being should be warm, should be entitled to good health and the ability to eat.
But money, it’s there arching over these human rights like a little sad grey cloud coming to ruin our picnic. Wealth only comes to those who look out for number one, and human decency must fall by the wayside to achieve this dream. The American wants more, needs more and urges their saccharine God for the swift bestowing of it.
I dream of an American that I read about in books, where doors were opened to strangers looking for a bite to eat and a warm bed on their journey elsewhere; I dream of town doctors that would never turn away a patient that had only a few pennies in their pocket to pay for treatment. Sadly, this America could only exist in fiction because it contradicts the basic tenements of human nature: treat people as you would want to be treated when it suits you.
There are no glory days, times of antiquity in which we turn to because man has been looking backward since time immemorial, but money keeps us walking forward.
However, we can change that today. We can wake up tomorrow, step out of our front door and begin thinking about the world as a shared home – all of us roommates in a weird situational comedy: loving, living, dying and everything else that makes up our script – you don’t want to be the bastard that finishes the milk so your roommate can’t have a coffee in the morning; you don’t want to be the jerk that wipes their snot in between the couch cushions, or the lout who trims their toenails on the sofa, but doesn’t clean them up. Wake up in the morning, and give something. It doesn’t have to be a homeless person. Give to a charity like water aid, or second harvest; or, if you still hate to part with your funds, give blood – you’ll make it back in no time and score some juice and a cookie.
We get carried away sometimes with trivial things, with money and wealth topping that list for me. It’s despicable that the wealthiest country in the world has a divide between the have and have not’s such as it does. If you’re wealthy and you read this it would be wild to suggest that you’ve lived your life without wanting. Remember that feeling and think if that was your everyday, and it was food, shelter or health care you clamoured after.
Man exists for too short of time to treat one another like strangers. We all endure; why not make it a little easier on one another if you can.