The era of economic illusion

Astonishingly funny and poignant it is that this is the world that we gather money
from, only to splurge it back on this same world all that money came from. The
roads downtown are smeared with concepts of fashion and luxury, and so is the
centre of the city. And if one were to take a tiptoed and fashion-free walk along the
mall and hyper-mall, he would notice how well suited those flaring concepts are,
suited to our concepts and ultra-specific requirements.

Why not then live in this era of economic illusion, where one might have to work
in KFC to earn a burger from the same shop he is working for, and a crazy ad artist
who markets a product ends up buying the same product he had sought out to sell.
But all that should be fine. It is after all a whirlpool of our needs (let’s call them
“requirements”), and we have one hand stuck in it. What that essentially means is:
we can pitch in as much as we can pull out, but again to pull out we need to pitch
in as much as we can pitch in (in some form or the other).

And again, to second that, economy is certainly an illusion. And that is because
people in the history of mankind have never thought of creating something
beautiful and extraordinary along with the thoughts of money and economic
efficiency. If this weren’t true, we wouldn’t have made the longest cake in the
world and the fastest car in the world and the brightest diamond in the world and
the biggest aircraft in the world. If economy was considered, then we wouldn’t
even have witnessed anything beyond the realms of industrial revolution and basic
survival.

Ergo, let us then buy things. Things that our forefathers have not. Things we have
always wanted to buy. Things we didn’t even know were available! Things those
are utterly fantastic. Things we could barely understand. Let us plunge into the
depths of this warm and comfortable illusion, for it is a harmless hobby to pursue
after all. A man’s way to his heart is certainly through his eyes before his mouth
could even taste the food for the stomach to be culpable in the first place. Now is
just the time to surrender being an aficionado of our own preferences.
On a disillusioning conclusive note, it is all fine as long as we are perfectly sure of
what we want. The mere availability of products and the choices that we exist
amidst can make us live in an illusion of choices which is bound to never go away,
but increase instead. And to the contributors of the whirlpool, having one hand
stuck in it is perhaps the only option. And last but not the least, we shouldn’t give
money more importance than it deserves. After all, money is only one of the ways
of pitching in.