The City On the Hill

we’re taught to want the city on the hill to live there, to reign there, to step on everyone else’s back on the way there--- we’re taught to strive for a place amongst the star studded eyes the life we see in celluloid not the one that we actually have, so that every day is one dissatisfied with something & therefore, to struggle struggle struggle & only worry about ourselves & the making of the green, keeps us silent (so as to not rock the boat) & “properly motivated” (eyes on the “prize” so we’re distracted from everything else), and just what is the prize? did we learn it in kindergarten? even earlier? at what point in the formative years do the caregivers, whomever they might be, beat the message home that to swim astray is to live astray & to live astray is to die astray & alone, so best to not do anything that you aren’t told? and good little citizens like horses at the park tied to the carriages with blinders on both sides of our heads keeping us tied up & keeping us focused ahead on one goal & one goal only we clomp ahead whilst someone who has even reached that point of disgusting submission scampers along behind with a itty bitty shovel scooping up our ****.