Alas, poor Yorick!

by Edward Le Prieur

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“Respice post te! Hominem te esse memento! Memento mori!”

I was in no less certain terms interrogated by a parent of a person about my age. She began to ask me what I’m doing at this current time with my life, and when she found out I wasn’t attending University…The look on her face was absolute bewilderment, and then aggression as if I regarded my life with some kind of ambivalence! Well nevertheless the reaction wasn’t something I didn’t expect, which is why I try to avoid this type of confrontation. This thinking wherein if you are not doing some kind of University education as an immediate indicator of your value as a person is vile, and elitist. Its effects drive youth into directions they never intended to take with their lives, not only that but into debt. Slaves to banks until they have children their own age going into these indoctrination camps.

All of these things to achieve what, an education? No. A piece of paper that says you’re qualified to do one thing for the rest of your life. Then you pay for your ability to go to this one job, so you can get paid. It all seems rather contrived when you put in on paper, but there are millions of people at this particular moment that are in one stage of this process. It doesn’t start in adolescence, however it starts much earlier. We live in a world where greed, narcissism, and gluttony are viewed as virtues. Value is attributed directly to the material wealth of a person, not their knowledge, not their experience in this world. Everyone is chasing the same goal, and in the end it can only lead to the realization that they should have done what they felt in their heart.

Yorick of the Shakespeare play Hamlet came to my mind he was “a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy” and at the finding of his remains it brought up the grim reality of the vanity in life. The idea is ever as relevant as it was when it was written in the 16th century; although I do not mean in the Judeo-Christian manner. Life is indeed finite and people often spend it in jest, verily a good analogue of what most people this day do. Abandoning their own dreams, to live a life of material. I believe this is one of the greatest conundrums of the modern world; the most saddening as well. The one thing that is pursued the most and exalted is the one thing I fear more than anything. A cage, and no less built out of your own will and paid for in debt which is passively accepted. This society is a standing pool of water, and it’s drying up. There is no future in this manner just people trying to get through the grind. That grind that we used to call life…

“A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in.” – Greek Proverb