Sympathy for the Devil – Guest Post
February 10, 2009 by admncc
Here at The Constant Complainer, in addition to my own posts, readers can submit Guest Posts on topics they would like to complain about. Tristan submitted the below-Guest Post. As he explained it to me, his complaint is the unwillingness of people to see faults in themselves, with the underlying theme being that we’re headed for an economic depression and everyone is too busy pointing fingers to worry about lessening the impact of it. This is a complex and well written piece. Enjoy and without further adieu, here’s Tristan…
No one likes the wretches of society. Killers, liars, cheats; Godless people who serve only their own twisted, sickening interests of self-gratification. Look at the drug addict. So engulfed by lust for his vice that family, children, and anyone unfortunate enough to cross his path would be pushed under the bus for the promise of another quick fix. We the people live in fear of his shadow.
How could anyone tolerate that existence? I’m too good of a person to be an addict. I would never sell my dignity for another high while my child stands by, too innocent to comprehend the scene in motion. I do my job. I provide for my family. My path is straight and true.
The prospect that anything is really wrong is laughable, just look around you. All good people are like me. As the wretches pile up, we shoulder the burden and march on. We are the drivers of the system, we are the strength. No level of wretch will stop us.
But every one of us has the Devil inside. We live in blissful denial of our own flaw: Prosperity. Prosperity is the high that drives our ever growing ambition, and our addiction to prosperity will lead us right over the edge.
Naturally, denial is the initial reaction of any addict, but on reflection I see that my own ambition serves only to leverage the future of our children for a small benefit today, just as my father’s generation has done to me. It isn’t that I have done something wrong per se, at least not above and beyond any other, but that I am complacent in a society of sinister direction, reaching for a fatal overdose.
Now I will sacrifice my child to feed my insatiable desire for prosperity because I fear detoxification. I am so deeply addicted that I believe in my heart that it will work. I can take another pill and it will work. His suffering will be brief and this is the last dose that I will need. Everything will be normal again. I promise it will be normal again.
But that is not the nature of our world. Sympathy is a human condition, not one of the natural order. History will smile if we accept this truth and accept our role in its course. This is a fight we cannot win. If Depression will take us, we are powerless to stop it.
This isn’t to imply that we are hopeless, only that fear and arrogance diminish our future. I’ve heard declaration that the very act of birth at the proper range of coordinates on Earth is sufficient to lead us beyond any obstacle. We are invincible, yet we live in fear of mortality and failure. As any good addict would, we must confront our fears if we hope to survive them.
The choice is ours. We can trust that someone of mythical heroics will save us from our own folly or we can face our fears and follow implications, lead where they may. Discretion is the better part of valor, though in our age of instant glory how many will have the courage to see the Devil in himself and choose the former?