Frustration is watching porn when we’d rather write a book. It could be updating your Facebook status when you’d rather talk to someone about what you’re feeling. It is resigning yourself to a minimum wage job while imprisoning your intelligence between your ears. Our world, particularly our generation, has an abundance of frustration. Every generation deals with their own change, their own coming of age, but, as things often do, they eventually fall into the safety of traditions and routines. In the comfort of sedation; the promise that the work has already been done. Everyone always hopes the work has already been done. We know it’s not true, and that’s why each generation of the 20-somethings are The Ones. The ones forced to pave their own way or follow the one that is, at least, half-done. All we have right now, all each young generation is left with, is the half-finished blueprint of the last, paired with the overwhelming option to put the lines where we know they belong, where they seem to make sense, and not where they might create something unrecognizable. It’s not even so much an “overwhelming option” as it is a trap, or what I’d call a “Sons of Anarchy ultimatum.” You can chose A or B, but A is the one you chose. B ends in chaos, disaster, hurt feelings, and ruined lives. Perhaps that’s a bit charged… but is it? If you really think about it? Lives are ruined by millions of people not living up to their full potential. They are ruined by useless amounts of debt, accrued by doing option A, the one that needs to be done to be successful. The one that means survival. Potential is ruined by price tags, and we are ruined by frustration.
The light at the end of that dark tunnel I just put you in? Faith. Instinct. All that hippy bullshit that you must admit has some merit, for it is the opposite of the concrete, not-working things. It is the faith that the not-working can work again. It is faith that concrete is not all we have. And it’s really nothing more than that. You don’t need to define a faith in one thing, or one being, but it is an instinctual belief that you will not live and die based on the amount of money you have made, or haven’t. That these people around us that comfort us, nurture us and cradle us are more essential than the need to have things. Faith is that knowingness and acknowledgement that hugging a tree in its raw, natural form is different – feels different – than hugging a coffee table or a shelf. Not the faith you find in a church, for that same reason. That feeling of life is what we hold on to.