Where do you place things you don’t really need or just aren’t that important? We usually put them on shelves or in boxes. These things usually aren’t important enough to keep out in the open for immediate use. Neither are some humans. So where do we put the useless humans until further use? We call them office buildings. The human shelving units.
Most non-important humans are shuffled through life non-complacent and weak willed inside of tall buildings. Most of these people will become decaying, money spending material that will not be needed for further use other than crunching numbers or pushing billing collections through. We tend to see ourselves as; full of hope or go getters, when in reality you are nothing more than an aerosol can that will never be used after it was made and sprayed once.
The one spray was probably college when your life was actually being used. Now you sit upon your shelf waiting to be used again. The problem is, now that you sit for 8 hours a day your motivation to be all that you ever wanted, has diminished. Some of us will get lucky however, we will rise to a challenge because our number is called.
Your number will never be called if you don’t show that you can shine and be a part of something more than trivial office work. We sit and collect dust and begin to rust. Then hopefully one day something knocks the shelf over and we’re thrown out on to the floor again. What will we do? Will we be noticed? Will we want people to notice? We all know there’s a shine underneath the candy coated exterior of our office processed bodies.
Most of us are afraid. Not of succeeding but of having to go on our own and dominate. It’s a risky choice to take. To get up off of the floor and shake off some rust and say, “Fuck this shelf. There’s more to life than the hideous maximum security compounds of my cubical walls.” So instead of being picked back up, you roll out of the garage, down the driveway and onto the sidewalk. Things never looked to good.
There’s a world out there. Most of us never really get to see it. My shelf is in the heart of a city. I’d rather be in the city than overlooking it through the glimpse of a window that isn’t even mine and that I can’t even see through when a certain door is closed.
That’s why they box us in here. So we can’t see out there. Where there’s a world; a place to be, someone to talk to, a new challenge. Life. We can resist it and stay on our shelves, but what fun would that be? Always knowing there’s security in your life? You aren’t really living then. What’s the point of living if you can’t lose it all or gain it all in the drop of a hat?
Get off your shelf and become someone people need. You aren’t needed in your shit hole of an office. You are replaceable. Be somebody. It doesn’t mean you have to be famous. Be important. Be needed and wanted or stay on your shelf and wait to be thrown in the pile of garbage with everything else.
