It’s like a dream; we play by the rules because we think it is fun. But all of sudden, this dream gets too real. The branches from our worst nightmare pokes through the forth wall, actions (that followed by consequences) have never been so real. The colours of joy and sunshine have simply dried out, the battle is on. Darwin was right, life struggles for existence. For some of us, this struggle gets too long and tiring. And if we call it quits, we wonder ‘where this road will take us from here?’
What is it in the world do we actually own? According to Marxism, the ideas and values of the society are imposed through the means of production by the dominant class.
Are we confidant enough to say we own the means of our own happiness?
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