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The Real Gilded Age...

I hate it when people lie, when they hide behind their gilded masks, trying to look like something they're not.

Why is it in today's society, it's the norm to be someone you aren't, rather than someone you are?

I don't understand why they walk around with gilded, glittered, fantastical illusions of the world and people, and then mock others for losing sight of "reality".

If that is reality, than quite frankly it stinks.

As I roam these lifeless halls, waiting for life to begin, I feel like I am invisible, without my glittered clothes or gilded attittude. It disturbs me to be so overlooked simply because I am real.

They say we are falling part for a variety of reasons, ranging from aliens to the econonmy, while I sit back, remove my rose colored glasses and see the truth. How is this reality? How can we blame life for the damage we have done to ourselves as people?

No one sees a person as a person anymore. Instead, we are seen as tools, bosses, workers, etc, in which we are far more robotic, and yet we turn around and critize others for not joining the autonomy of our lifes.

How is this meaningful?

How is this a life well lived?

We work so hard ever day for what? Another big screen TV? A hummer? A 2-story home? How do these things make life meaningful? How is it we've become so dependent upon these things for so-called "happiness"?

I could be happy without the TV or the hummer or the home.

Happiness is laughing with your friends at some cheesy joke you've heard hundreds of times in a variety of ways, but it's still funny because it's yours. Happiness is loving someone because you can, because you enjoy them as they are, not as what you can "mold" them into. Happiness is poking your friend in her side, knowing she's going to grumble and pout, and laughing because she cares enough to do so.

Happiness is life. It's breathing the air we breathe, knowing that God gave it to us. It's standing up and singing loudly despite who is listening or how well you sing. It's enjoying a precious moment with friends or family and thanking God you had this day to enjoy it with them.

It's sharing a bag of cereal with a friend and laughing because she has crumbs on her face, on her shirt, on her fingers, and laughing even harder because you know you have to look worse. It's driving somewhere with your friend, singing some silly song on the radio at the top of your lungs together, knowing you probably look ridiculous. It's calling your friend or family in the middle of the night for some stupid reason, and they pick up, despite the hour, because they care.

Happiness is not reliant on TVs or PS3s or Hummers or 2 story homes or the next big paycheck. It's friends, it's family, it's love, it's memories, it's dream, it's life.