People say a man looks good in a tie. It's like a dog collar if you ask me. I hate havin' to wear one really. I feel suffocated. If I choose to wear one it makes all the difference.
I have to wear one for one of my jobs. I have to wear slacks. I work in a department store. I have to look nice. It's important that I look nice for the customers when they first walk in and they see me. It's important that I look nice while carrying heavy, dirty, boxes. It's not as important for the guys in the other departments. But I need the job. So I wear the collar.
I have things chainin' me to where I am in my life. I have debts chained around my feet. I have fears weighin' down my head. I have pressures stacked upon my back. It seems so difficult to move forward. But that's exactly when a man needs to move forward. You take those steps to get closer to your dream. A dream is the only thing worth movin' for. Happiness is the only thing worth standin' still for.
Gotta move and hustle to break the chains tyin' you down. Money is freedom in this world. We all gotta work to buy a lil breathin' room from the collars the world tries to choke us with. Gotta save your money. Gotta make as much of it as you can.
It's useless paper but you need papers to buy your way out of bein' a slave. Gotta bust your ass in school. Gotta get to work on time. Gotta do the best you can at whatever it is your doin' whether its flippin' burgers or sellin' cars. You can always do better.
I love western movies and there's one thing that's a common element for most of 'em. From The Magnificent Seven to Lonesome Dove it seems there was a helluva lot more freedom. All it took to cross borders was the will to do so. I could camp out under the stars on a patch of land nobody owned. I could dig a well and find clean water. I could find a patch of land and build a house.
But that land got settled. Lines were drawn. Laws were written for every lil thing. No walkin' your giraffe in down town. No whaling where there are no whales. No crossin' state lines with a chicken on my head. Paperwork to buy a donut. Payin' money for mostly clean water.
What the hell have we let ourselves become?
Where'd the freedom go? Why can't I smoke in a bar? Why can't I let things be settled with a fight or a handshake? Are we so afraid of the thrill of life that we rather have proper procedures for every possibility rather than the freedom to do as we please?
I don't mind workin'. I don't mind helpin' people out. I don't mind cleanin' up my messes. I do mind bein' told what to do all the time.
I don't want to have to pick from a list of choices that have been ok'd through some authority figure. I don't want to have to explain my every decision to someone that's constantly watchin' over me. I make my decisions 'cause I think they're right. I'd like to have some time in my life to actually spend livin' and not shovelin' horse shit to make a lil money.
I wanna be free to chase buffalo 'cause I can. I wanna be free to beat up a jackass 'cause he clearly deserves it. I wanna be free to help an old man change his tire. I wanna be free to travel the country if I want. I wanna be free to drink, and cuss, and smoke. I wanna be free to go to church, spend time with my kids, and kiss my wife.
I wanna be free to throw down my chains and toss my weights so I can move towards a better day.
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