Progress

One after another, after another, after another. They throw themselves against the walls and pile on one another, the not so near precipice looming far overhead. It will never be attainable, this goal. For we are told to step on one another, and ignore all else but our vague understanding of a good life. I understood this as I looked out upon the desert. Out among the multitudes. Pain, fear, suffering, all wrought from desire darkly clouded their visages. Never be content with what you have, their faces told me, always strive for more than you need, because you are told to. Now I believe them, I have taken it for truth. After all, I am no messiah, I just want to be like everyone else. Now I jump down, so far down, so very far down to the pile, and take my place. This is progress, never being satisfied with what just what you need.