Nope. Perhaps you confused me for a spiritual passivist, or a deeply misguided young adult who has been indoctrinated into believing the government is my sugar daddy and the mainstream media, my conscience, my substitution for thought. Either way, you’re wrong.
I will own many things, and I will start by owning who I am. I will not fit into the boxes you wish to tick, to make sure I am a valuable asset to the cult of Twitter, a far left mouthpiece, or a far right prophet.
I am a mystic, and I go to the shooting range. I eat a vegan diet and I have a pet ball python I feed live rats to. I am immensely loving and simultaneously unafraid to be veracious, brutally honest, if needed. I make it a goal to live a life of compassion but I will draw a hard line of ferocious certainty if the situation requires such.
You want a painfully placid soul that has no concept of multidimensionality.
The algorithm that is our society loves a simple mind that has given up its autonomous right to question, to expand, a human built to serve as a walking echo chamber, reciting everything the mob tells them to say, their emotions existing as a fuze for whatever distraction serves the purpose of eliminating true research, true thought, true inquiry.
I will own many things and I will be happy.
I will own who I am. I will own land, a farm, and I will grow whatever the hell I want to feed my precious body, and to provide for those that I love. I will have a Mercedes-Benz 300 SL, I will ride my motorcycle on the weekends, and I will be scared of spiders. I will have a moon-bounce in my backyard for the days I want to relive childhood, and a luxurious glass office upstairs for when I am to focus on my investment strategies. I will sing and dance to Brittany Spears, “Hit me Baby One More Time”, and then relax to Piano Sonata No. 14 as the Arizona sun sets beyond the mountains. I will own whatever I want, and I will be whomever I want to be. The mob will call me a “hypocrite” and I will call myself free.
“You will own nothing, and you will be happy.” is a statement made by a cowardly group of adults who have realized it is too late. Humanity (not all of humanity but much more than they imagined) is awakening to its inherent power, and through this individuality, acceptance of self, and the bold ability to speak one’s truth lies an era of independence that wishes to be manifested. It is our collective authenticity, our audacity to break the mold, that scares them into reciting such blasphemy.
I will own whatever I want, and I will be happy.