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What Kills a Person

#Imagine #living in one place most of your #life and never #traveling anywhere else in either direction for three-hundred miles. Your #world view would eventually be very small. Your choices would be defined by what #reality you live in. Let's chase this scenario. On top of this #lifestyle, you are bound by laws that define what you are able to do, and not do. These #laws are real, and they cannot be #broken. These laws are defined by paying bills, like a Mortgage, Loans, Energy Bills, and occasional Entertainment. I'm not merely talking about debts, I'm talking about a way of living. Even I have debts to get rid of. It's what we decide to focus on that determines our reality. The above-mentioned laws are not in themselves universal laws. They're made-up. They're chains that are meant to enslave you. The word, Mortgage comes from the Latin, Mortis, meaning Death. Gage is the French word meaning, Pledge. It is, in fact, a death pledge because most home mortgages are thirty years or more. That is half your lifetime, and you are most likely in your late twenties or early thirties when you sign this pledge.

I'm not saying don't buy a house. What we should all question is, "What would I need to give of myself after signing a death pledge?" Enter this individual:

Before we all assume this individual is crazy, let's all agree he lost his temper. We've all been there. I have numerous times. My question is, what would drive a person to this point? He was obviously having a disagreement with a machine. Let's use discernment to understand the situation.

The story is that this person worked for the now non-existent automotive company called, Saturn. Have you ever worked, or do work, for a major corporation that makes promises it pulls out from under you when their business is failing, or has to make adjustments? Sounds a lot like Government. That brings us to our next word.

Government is derived from the word Gubuerno, which means to Control. The last part of the word I find most interesting. Ment is two words combined from, men's minds.

In no way was the man in the cubicle entertained by his predicament. He more than likely didn't walk back into that company again. And in an Instagram story post I made about this specific blog I'm writing I stated that I hoped that man never walked back into another cubicle ever again. What was this man's life about? He worked an 8 to 5, paid the bills but couldn't afford much else because the company wasn't providing a cost of living raise. On top of that, he consistently told his supervisor that he needed a new computer because the one he was working with was in fact not working. On this particular day, he was extra tired because of the cold he was dealing with all week which was causing loss of sleep. His supervisor was giving him a hard time because he couldn't miss work if he wanted to take that vacation he already bought tickets for later on in the year. This guy didn't have a serotonin boost in months and the only thing he had left to enjoy in the foreseeable future was to bash in the brains of the closest thing causing him pane; His computer.

Let's take note of the environment. A dark, pale cubicle, no better than a concrete wall. Back then he was most likely looking at a data entry screen while sitting in a windowless, dreary gray world. Sunrises and sunsets were not crossing his mind at this time. But my observation was this; When was the last time this individual gave himself the time to observe a distant storm? Or take in a beautiful sunset until it was dark. After that, if the night was clear, tracing the stars with his eyes until those eyes wanted to close.

You see, the cubicle where he sat was not reality. Sure, it was the reality to his way of life, because he possibly didn't know about another reality. The reality that involved him walking away from everything and reevaluating everything. His way of living was made up of laws that weren't real, put in place to keep him inside a concrete cell. That cubicle was, in fact, an open prison cel