Phone companies, and many businesses use this method because people forget to opt out of the contract or extras and that is how businesses make extra cash. but what if we applied that same idea to unions and organ donation and welfare. where by not taking the initiative to look after your self or the community by just doing as you are doing you will be looked after, have a financial safety net and will possibly save lives when you pass.
How can you explain odd accounts of people lost in empty seas or deserts? Pirates, aliens, fungus fumes, time shift. We measure days from sunrise to sunset, but what if a day could last a week and night even longer. That endless hunger could be confused with not understanding that you have been awake for days. Those blackouts are you needing to sleep. Even though the sun has not set. Following a map we have made assumptions with map making and in doing so we have miss calculated land as.
The ship hits rough seas and you are thrown into a dingy, knocked unconscious and wake to the sun beating down on your skin. Covering your face with our hands, wriggling like a worm unable to get up feeling the weight of a head ache, dehydration. The motion of the small waves making you want to hurl. You lean over the side of the dingy and vomit into the sea. Watching as it speeds and drifts away from the dingy. The sun is so bright up cant think with it beating down on you. You find canvas sail crumbled up off to the side of you can you shade your self with it and fall back into a deep sleep. When you wake it is night. Cold, and there is a million stairs lighting up the sky, you can feel your puples exapand to welcome in the light of long dead stars.
There is nothing around reflections on the water. I try to think of where I was and make the connection, I was aboard a ship it was taking me home, after some travels in another city, I paid my way to get on beard a ship, a bit of extra cash on a cargo ship is always welcomed by a sea captain. Set up a hammock and open a pile of food and drink and just rock myself to sleep for a month. This was my plan on the way home after a jorney though the hills of a unexplored land, this is what holidays are for. 1887 – two years from now I would be turning 30. And I had only explored a small fraction of the world, and yet the travels are what my mind holds onto. There is something about travelling.
I am brought back to the cool night, where I sit leaning on the edge of the dingy over the water looking off into the endless stars and sea. As I am gently rocked my the waves. I wrap the cavas around me to keep warm. And lay down looking up at the stars, wanting to sleep. I drift.
I dream of ships all around as I guide on this dingy in-between them, I wave hello to the many faces looking over board at me, I can feel the cool of the shadows of the big ships as I drift in and out of sunlight, the cool breeze on my burnt skin. Big wooden ships. I feel secure as though I am paddling around ships in the port. The dream twist and turns and I find the water draining away and these ships becoming stuck as I drift around them, I can see the bottom of the sea clearly and the sea creatures gliding around, sting rays, angle fish, corral, the white sand that has never seen the light of day suddenly bleached. I put my hand in the water and move it about. I could easily dive in and swim amongst the sea creatures. These thoughts were suddenly shifted as the dingy was rocked by a heavy wave. And I am brought back to the reality of the situation. I was adrift with no land or help in sight, and the cool night chilled me to the bone, the only saving grace was the canvas that I cover myself with to protect myself from the harsh winds and heavy rain.
It is my thoughts that guide this ship now. I am reminded this from life experiences of being adrift, there was a summer when I had left school and had not found work where I fell into despair and found myself adrift for seven months. That is a long time to sit in uncertainty. I am surrounded by everything that led me to this point in my life and I think of others comparing my grim reality to those whom could sit a bit more still could live a bit more simple and bland. Who could say yes to bullshit. I saw there as being more to life and I wanted to find some of it out. If only I could sit still I would be at a house with a wife, safe with only the approach of Monday and work to get me down. This tame existence I was to courious not to walk beyond.
I see land, not close but there is a break in the endless sea. With my hands I attempt to paddle the boat towards it. And end in sight. A beautiful shape, pieceing the endless sky and sea. a dark blue smudge on my 360 degree vison. I paddle ever so slowly towards the vision smudge and after a day and a half of heading slowly in that direction it begins to take shape, I can see trees and sand and hills, the green and white with a fog hovering over it. Excitement. I am tired. But day and night I paddle towards it. The depths of the dark blue ocean begins to shallow as I can start to make out sand below 6 meters deep, coral and fish. I paddle as this stretch of sand come up to meet me. The coral shows its colours as I glide over almost able to touch them. I look towards the shaw and up at the vast expanse of the land. As the dingly hits the beach. I shackly step out and fall into the water, with all my strench I pull the dingy further onto the sand and I lay back and breath.
I like this enthusiasm to failure. everything I do is fraught with failure, but in the end I get there and learn heaps… when I do projects I normally set aside time to fail. I should set aside more time then I do to fail.
How can you explain odd accounts of people lost in empty seas or deserts? Pirates, aliens, fungus fumes, time shift. We measure days from surise tp sunset, but what if a day could last a week and night even longer. That endless hunger could be confused with not understaning that you have been awake for days. Those blackouts are you needing to sleep. Even though the sun has not set. Following a map we have made assumptions with map making and in doing so we have miss calculated land as.
The ship hits rough seas and you are thrown into a dingy, knocked unconscious and wake to the sun beating down on your skin. Covering your face with our hands, wriggling like a worm unable to get up feeling the weight of a head ache, dehydration. The motion of the small waves making you want to hurl. You lean over the side of the dingy and vomit into the sea. Watchiung as it speads and drivfts away from the dingy. The sun is so bright up cant think with it beating down on you. You find canvas sail crumbled up off to the side of you can you shade your self with it and fall back into a deep sleep. When you wake it is night. Cold, and there is a million stairs lighting up the sky, you can feel your puples exapand to welcome in the light of long dead stars.
There is nothing around reflections on the water. I try to think of where I was and make the connection, I was aboard a ship it was taking me home, after some travels in another city, I paid my way to get on beard a ship, a bit of extra cash on a cargo ship is always welcomed by a sea captain. Set up a hammock and open a pile of food and drink and just rock myself to sleep for a month. This was my plan on the way home after a jorney though the hills of a unexplored land, this is what holidays are for. 1887 – two years from now I would be turning 30. And I had only explored a small fraction of the world, and yet the travels are what my mind holds onto. There is something about travelling.
I am brought back to the cool night, where I sit leaning on the edge of the dingy over the water looking off into the endless stars and sea. As I am gentaly rocked my the waves. I wrap the cavas around me to keep warm. And lay down looking up at the stars, wanting to sleep. I drift.
Worrying about things that I don’t know, taking the long road to find clarity.
Where the trees meet the desert, under the hot sun planting a thousand trees, push the desert back
The union is where I put my money
It’s a walk in the park staying of social media. Making paper cranes
I want to listen to sad songs and make grand plans,
Let’s walk in the bush it will cost us nothing, just beyond the busy road.
Let’s share in some fresh air.
I have a dog heart; we both need the fresh air. Now, Wednesday and the next
Lost in thought I didn’t say hello, but its all okay I’ll wave to the air, playing conversations in my head.
I want to listen to sad songs and make grand plans,
Let’s walk in the bush it will cost us nothing, just beyond the busy road.
Let’s share in some fresh air.
I want to listen to sad songs and make grand plans,
Let’s walk in the bush it will cost us nothing, just beyond the busy road.
Let’s share in some fresh air.
I want to not worry about the things I do not know, as it is the longest journey to the simplest solution.
I want to by land where the trees meet the desert and plant a thousand trees, push the desert back.
I put my money in the union
I walk in the park, stay off social media and have hobbies.
I like sad songs.
I am exited about walks as my dog is, it is imperative to surround myself in nature on a regular every few days basis.
I forget basic social skills when I am lost in thought. I don’t mean to walk past without stopping to say hello. I will be having the conversation in my head later down the road me, waving at the air.
Welfare, why must the poor pay rent?
Firstly asking those in difficult situations to pay for rising rent cost instead of food is obserd. Public housing needs to be addressed, those insta suburbs would be of better use if a third went to the poor. Taking people away for homelessness and into long term stability, with no threat of cutting their income. This idea is simple enough and achievable. This is not looking down at the poor whom will be living on a minimum wage for possibly the rest of their lives as lazy but an inevitable cost that a healthy society needs to pay.
FriendlyJordies a youtube political comedian outlines that the government has been giving large handouts to the wealthy as a white collar crime in Australia taking those funds away from the poor claiming that they are lazy. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ddaSYKhXBdM
How does this link to the bigger picture? Neolibralism is an idea that creating free markets and deregulating and downsizing governmental powers will benefit society, there is a theory called economics that is heald as fact but is unable to predict its obvious flaws that this path will only decimate the natural Australian landscape but revert us back to a feudal system. And those whom are on top spend every effort to demonise those in dire situations while hiding the fact that their belief in ecominics and its fabled exponential growth is unsustainable and does not benefit society only the wealthiest few. . It is not our place to call people whom have not had a stable healthy upbringing lazy. We are fed a lie, and we must see the lie in order to move beyond to achieve the basics that a society needs to function and prosper.
What can be done to correct it? Political reform. House the homeless and those on wealfare petition and lobbying those in poverty do not have the funds or understanding to lobby for such things but it us the middle class whom have degrees who can make the difference. Having a strong long term vision of welfare that transcends political offices is the solution.
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