Cowboy Caleb the liberal arts, grown-up stuff & random mischief

The God Named Iamme

Yesterday, you signed my soul away.

Just another step to climb another run in the ladder to maintain your position in the rat race and hopefully advance a little further for a little more money so you can buy a better house, a larger car and more bling bling.

Life seems to be full of compromises. You sacrificed your hopes and dreams because you’re the eldest son and have a duty to the family. You cut back on yourself so that they can have the upsized happy meal. Your face looks older then you really are because you’re greying due to constant stress and worries.

So as you sit alone in the dark by the window sipping a whiskey from a papercup while watching the cars below drive into the night, you wonder if there is any medicine for the soul. After all we were all born selfish. The heart is a nest of yearnings that chafes when it is denied. Self-denial is also a form of mental masturbation. Deny yourself that new shirt, the swank smart phone, the Peugeot and plasma display television. Deny yourself and bask in the glory of your self-sacrifice which covers you like a glowing aura of sainthood that no Pope will ever canonize.

Reflect on this - nobody asked you to do it. Duty beckons but does not compel. Realize that your self-denial has lead to you seek comfort in other foul vices and justified your actions because of it. You are the ultimate irony, the saint who sins because he has earned the right to do so.

And now you’ve signed my soul away.

Damn your eyes.

I hope that you find some joy in your work sometime soon. And if that is slow in coming, at least you have us as some company and refuge on cyberspace. :)

this sounds freaky, but your thoughts and situation almost mirrors that of mine .. I wonder how many others out there are in the same boat …

Hmmm, I haven’t reached that stage yet cos my parents don’t need my money.. for now anyway. I’m sure all of us at one point or another will become like that - you just started earlier than the rest.

God bless you.

i bask in the dim shadows of denial…
i feed on it to allow myself to be sucked in further… and in end…float around hallucinating…

ahhh.. isn’t life simply wonderful..

wow.. nicely put..

it does depict my state of mind at times… damn.. that is so scary

hmm…you really make us parasites who like to believe they can ask their parents for money in case of emergency really bad. Like, really bad.

wuah brudder, today words very cheem…

a good read. :) telling a story inspired by a friend or narrating your own?

Making sacrifices stink, big time, but a Peugeot can never replace the look on your brother’s face when he get that latest PlayStation(n) from you. Ok, so maybe it can.. heh heh…

“What you don’t have you don’t need it now” - Beautiful Day, U2

ngader > wurk is hell

urbanmalebitch > now you are my brudder

FF > how lucky you are, to be able to live for yourself and yourself alone. Count your blessings and your toe nail clippings.

jane > what have you been smoking today?

airhole > ahhh another male who understands…

aneki > yes, fashion-death to parasites

dg > sigh, today friday mah

ab > mine own

la idler > the way you put it really put a smile on my face - especially the U2 quote :)

Hi I empathise with you. As I myself am in the same situation less the vices…

Well…what cant kill us would only make us stronger…

if you are reflecting your life story, well you are doing much much better then me in terms of your indulgences…

a quote from The Crow:
“It won’t rain all the time.
The sky won’t fall forever.”

i’m the eldest child too, and aye, duty beckons and there are certain sacrifices we have to make for the family. sometimes i resent that, and then i feel awful for feeling resentful. ah well, we can’t have it your way all the time. hang in there.

oops, ‘have it *our* way all the time.’