Artificial Dreams

I'm concerned for my own well being, not physically, but mentally more than anything. I'm so tired of being tired all the time. The logic is senseless and useless. The outdated mentality that in order for a business to be productive you have to suck the lives and health of your employees simply baffles me. It's our blood, sweat and tears that are converted into money. I feel like dreams of something reasonable have gone out the window with the revelation that I may have to work my life away. I don't have time to do much else other than work, and that's not living to me, that's dying the slowest possible death.

I look at my life as it is now and see a decaying corpse; a zombie, moving, yet not alive. I wonder if I am really me anymore and I doubt that this is such as grand an opportunity as I had previously thought. sure I can make, sure I can have money, but at the cost of what? My dreams, aspirations, and hopes? At the cost of who I am? I already know the me from a couple years ago is dying. He hates this, and it's making him sick. What I thought was simply a cold has become a cancer of the soul. Eating away at what I once held dear. I'm told that those who I work for are good men, and I want to believe that, but can those who hold money so dear as to grind into dust those who earn it sends me morally spiraling. I hope that the messenger is the one who contorts and destroys the message, but it's beginning to seem as if nobody has the truth or wants to give the truth.

A corporation is not a person. A corporation is not a person. A corporation is not a person. But the lifeblood of one is a collection of people. But blood is easily replaceable. Easily forgotten. Only the brain, the heart the essential organs are important and even some of those are replaceable. But they all forget about the blood. And they forget that if they lose too much blood at once, they all die too. Just like you take care of your body you need to take care of your people. But I guess that's too much to ask.