Contentment?
"A wild longing for strong emotions and sensations seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life. I have a mad impulse to smash something, a warehouse, perhaps, or a cathedral, or myself, to commit outrages, to pull off the wigs of a few revered idols, to provide a few rebellious schoolboys with the longed-for ticket to Hamburg, or to stand one or two representatives of the established order on their heads. For what I always hated and detested and cursed above all things was this contentment, this healthiness and comfort, this carefully preserved optimism of the middle classes, this fat and prosperous brood of mediocrity."
-Hermann Hesse (Steppenwolf)
I am becoming weary - I am trudging along, earning enough to keep the roof over our heads, I am so tired that it represses me and makes me accept so much more than I want to. The tiredness makes me let things pass, let things escape through the net. I make very little noise anymore. I am quiet to a fault. I bow and scrape to the man that pays me and those with whom I work. I smile all day - a plastic smile, but lower my eyes like a hypocrite. I have lost grip on my ideals, I have forgotten what they were. I simply have no time left that I do not want to sleep through. I have neither the benefits of the middle classes nor those of the working class. Yet even without these labels I don't feel free.
Have you had to compromise your values over the years, or have you been able to maintain them? If so, to what extent, and how?