Friday, May 12, 2017

The Psychology of Modern Slavery


The real hopeless victims of mental illness are to be found among those who appear to be most normal. Many of them are normal because they are so well adjusted to our mode of existence, because their human voice has been silenced so early in their lives, that they do not even struggle or suffer or develop symptoms as the neurotic does. They are normal not in what may be called the absolute sense of the word; they are normal only in relation to a profoundly abnormal society.

Their perfect adjustment to that abnormal society is a measure of their mental sickness. These millions of abnormally normal people, living without fuss in a society to which, if they were fully human beings, they ought not to be adjusted. 

 – Aldous Huxley, Brave New World Revisited


This magnificent spectacle called the world is the magic of the eye. It is plain trickery. The world is the product of the combination of the sensations and thoughts. It is not true because it is ever changing. But, it seems to be there in front of us and we say it is real.

In the final analysis, the world is neither true nor untrue. It is only passing appearance. That is the nature of the world. The transient nature of things brings fear. We are overpowered by fear of death and we continually strive to protect that something is not taken away from us. We take every precaution to save our money, try hard to stop aging and struggle to keep our status and authority.


Once upon a time there was a guy who enjoyed his life.

He was in early 30's, he had a nice BMW and he was going out every night. He had his own company for office repairs and he worked 3-4 hours a day, just to cover his expenses. He enjoyed his life immensely.

His mother was worried for him, Whenever she saw him she used to tell him - My son, you have to be married by now. You need to have children. Who will look after you when you are old? My son, Who will bring you a glass of water on your deathbed?

Slowly, bit by bit, mother's words started coming to man's mind especially the sentence about glass of water on his deathbed. So he finally found the right girl and got married. He stopped going out every day. Now he enjoyed the company of his wife.

After one year his wife gave birth to a baby boy. After the second year of marriage he got a baby girl. Now he start working full hours. He needed money to support family. He stopped going out completely. Their house become small for the new family so he bought a bigger house. He got enormous mortgage to pay off so he worked like a donkey. He sold his BMW and bought a minivan And he always remembered that question - Who will bring him a glass of water on his death-bed?

Years were passing, he became older and older. He knew only for work and more work. Vaguely he remembers his old days with nostalgia and sigh. In meantime he got grandchildren... He became an old, tired, sick and disappointed man.

And one day he was laying in the bed for the last few hours before his death. He is surrounded with his family, the son, daughter, grandsons and granddaughters. Everyone was around him. In his last moments he was thinking about his life and he said: Fuck, I am not even thirsty.

First I was dying to finish high school and start college. And then I was dying to finish college and start working. And then I was dying to marry and have children. And then I was dying for my children to grow old enough for school so I could return to work. And then I was dying to retire.

And now I am dying...

And suddenly I realize I forgot to live.

- anonymous


Share Share on Facebook Tweet Share on Google+

like on facebook
Most Popular:
Recent:

0 comments:

Post a Comment