for the life of me
as requested. (^^,)
we introduce ourselves into the world as some sort of an organism with a certain role to play or to portray.
we make sure we are noticed…even with the very intention of not being noticed, of being detached we try to disappear so much that the world notices us to our very own inconvenience.
we commodify ourselves and that is the truth. dwelling within ourselves, left caught within a labyrinth of thoughts and myriad of words…suddenly struck in the mayhem of complications.
we market ourselves up to a certain extent. we fall prey (or prey upon) individuals whose likeness or likeability is somehow similar with what we possess. we have a certain idea of our own value. once sold we think that it should end there but the human hunger is insatiable.
rules are created to mellow it down but in all actuality, we make ourselves sold just to make ourselves more valuable. making ourselves available only to the highest bidder and in this sense, life becomes an auction. a stage for seemingly fair-minded individuals who are “in” it for the game.
