I want to live simply. I want to sit by the windowThe comment
when it rains and read books I'll never be tested on.
I want to paint because I want to, not because I've got
something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall
asleep when the moon is high and wake up slowly,
with no place to rush off to. I want not to be governed
by money or clocks or any artificial restraints
that humanity imposes on itself.
I just want to be, boundless
A guaranteed personal stipend would make this possible. If your infinite boundlessness includes contributing to your society you can climb out of your narcissism and do so.was taken as an insult by the poster who saw the image as an enjoyable reading and posted it apparently without further thought.
The quote from the image seems to be new age and stolen by the OP, but no worries, it is a common new age failing. They just want to be, sourcing quotes, and other intellectualizing is to be avoided.
Possibly the new ager stole it from a Zen writing, the thinking is Zen, the word tracks are new age.
But to our muttons. The stipend, assuming it is sufficient for the basics of living, universal medical care as part of the package would be a fascinating gumption (Pirsig sense) filter. Some of a new age bent would read by the window, smear paint on canvas, with no thought other than personal ego enrichment. Perhaps staring at their own reflection in a pool should be added to the list.
Others would simply vegetate in front of whatever is popular on the big screen at the time, tweet or snapchat, and otherwise remove themselves from the gene-meme pool. No judgmentalism, removing oneself from the gene-meme pool is a popular and possibly reasonable choice given the human condition today. And not bothering your neighbor humans while doing so is laudable.
A few may decide that Homo Sap. is salvagable and try to do what they can to improve the lives of others if only by giving away that painting to a friend to show that you are at least trying to bring a bit of joy to someone else. It might end up on the refrigerator door with the kids but at least you cared enough to share. Then again it might end up on someone's wall, probably virtual these days, for others to enjoy. Or perhaps think about that book that you read by the rainy window. Maybe it was good enough to share and discuss with others who can read. They are the only ones who matter in any event, and maybe you all can teach others to read. It may seem futile, as reading and thinking about it are discouraged by all media these days as reading and thinking about it are fatal to belief, bigotry and hatred. But there are a few out there that do so and they are the last hope for this media saturated world bent on the destruction of all for the profit of the few. Too bad the few won't survive in the gene-meme pool either except, if we are lucky, as warnings along with all the others that put personal ideology or gain against the rest of the world.
It is fortunate that some of the countries in the far north are realizing that those who must spend every waking moment staying alive have no time to read books or paint even with nothing to prove. They are already providing free meds and education for as long as one can get admitted, and some sort of universal basic income is being implemented. If I were much younger I would probably move to one of the smaller countries north of the 50th parallel which are likely to survive the destruction of the temperate zones which seems irreversable at this point. My choice would be Iceland if only because the Universal Basic Income is already in place and the Jolabokaflod, or the "ChristmasBook Flood." is a delightful tradition where people actually spend Christmas Eve reading.