Commercialism, Capitalism and Chaos

I write this angry.  I write this sad.
I write this without purpose or suggestion, simply desperation and anger.
I've had the realization that I've had little quakes of before, a sentiment that many already know, but now, for me, this is the quake causing it all to fall.

I hate this society.  There are good things, yes, better than others, yes, but still and financially, I am trapped.  I work, I slave, for a vision that isn't mine.  Aligning with pieces that in practice are sacrificed.  I perpetually fight for those whose voices can't be heard (or won't be) and there is little change that can be made.  I cannot teach anyone morality.

So I look elsewhere.  And still I am asking for money from those who have, who will grant me just enough to get by and never to surpass them.  There must be a cheat code, or a way to escape the game.  I can't work forever for a being whose leverage over me leaves me begging for scraps.  That is not the life I want to have.  That is not all I want to do with my timed existence.

But how can I survive without the resources?
Without the insurance that assures my survival.
Without the mirage of stability that claims to protect the roof over my head and the food on my plate?

I wish I could play a different game, on a different console with a different win to the game.
All I want is to not feel pain and to do work that alleviates others of theirs.

I don't know how and I have peeled back the remaining curtails over my eyes here.
I see the monster and I want out.