All I am saying is,
I am not an engineer.
And, being an engineer is killing me
And, not being who I am ,
Maybe media, chemistry, education, physics
Is, stifling my development.
My language
My expression.
My thoughts
My voice
Suffocating my being.
Being.
Because, there is no place for debate in engineering.
Like there is no place for simple black and White in education , health or government.
No place for grey in engineering.
For Context
Or emotions
Or empathy
Or ideas.
ATleast not for most of us.
For most, it's obedience. Drudgery. All our time.
Just doing , no thinking.
Moving fast breaking things
Bandaiding
I move slow. I think deep and long term.
Yes I can be an engineer sometime of my day and mind.
But, all the time, like they want now.
It means I'm not even an ounce of who I am a second of the day.
Do you see what I'm saying?
So , isn't it okay to be less than a 100% engineer each day ?
Yes. It is okay .
But no.
No. Because 99.9% is not good enough to sustain the only model of life dominating our society's resources.
You go all in or all out.
All in For what?
To barely be less than average.
Less than peaceful?
Less than healthy?
And have the pretty petty things.
Isn't all out appealing then ?
To barely have a roof
Maybe never go out to basic dining places
Barely buy clothes?
Save all the pennies
To buy me freedom
If it means I can have me.
My peace, my health, my soul. My presence.
My respect.
If it means I can reclaim my time
So I can learn a different language.
Use a different lens to the problems we should be solving together.
One that I can carry , give 100%
And still have my health and peace.
Learn the terminology to convey what I want to say , than say nothing at all because I could never speak ones and zeros
And the engineers, they could never be teachers.
Never spoke the why's
Just the how's.
And I spoke broken social sciences
In an engineer's den
Bravely so
Lonely so
Only to lose credibility.
To be mocked
A poor life is more than appealing.
Its ecstasy
Its home
Its a community like me.
We spoke the same, dreamt the same
Knew it when we see it.
Only, the engineers took the trees and the land and the rocks and the ponds
Who gave it to them ?
And put a price on it.
A price Only an engineer can pay.
And they call me priviliged.
To not fall in this trap.
I'm carefree they say.
Nah. I'm free.
Heck they put a Tesla in the space
And germs on the moon.
Who gave it to them?
If I were you , I would
I would take care of this Earth
So we would not have to go searching
for another.
I am not an engineer.
And, being an engineer is killing me
And, not being who I am ,
Maybe media, chemistry, education, physics
Is, stifling my development.
My language
My expression.
My thoughts
My voice
Suffocating my being.
Being.
Because, there is no place for debate in engineering.
Like there is no place for simple black and White in education , health or government.
No place for grey in engineering.
For Context
Or emotions
Or empathy
Or ideas.
ATleast not for most of us.
For most, it's obedience. Drudgery. All our time.
Just doing , no thinking.
Moving fast breaking things
Bandaiding
I move slow. I think deep and long term.
Yes I can be an engineer sometime of my day and mind.
But, all the time, like they want now.
It means I'm not even an ounce of who I am a second of the day.
Do you see what I'm saying?
So , isn't it okay to be less than a 100% engineer each day ?
Yes. It is okay .
But no.
No. Because 99.9% is not good enough to sustain the only model of life dominating our society's resources.
You go all in or all out.
All in For what?
To barely be less than average.
Less than peaceful?
Less than healthy?
And have the pretty petty things.
Isn't all out appealing then ?
To barely have a roof
Maybe never go out to basic dining places
Barely buy clothes?
Save all the pennies
To buy me freedom
If it means I can have me.
My peace, my health, my soul. My presence.
My respect.
If it means I can reclaim my time
So I can learn a different language.
Use a different lens to the problems we should be solving together.
One that I can carry , give 100%
And still have my health and peace.
Learn the terminology to convey what I want to say , than say nothing at all because I could never speak ones and zeros
And the engineers, they could never be teachers.
Never spoke the why's
Just the how's.
And I spoke broken social sciences
In an engineer's den
Bravely so
Lonely so
Only to lose credibility.
To be mocked
A poor life is more than appealing.
Its ecstasy
Its home
Its a community like me.
We spoke the same, dreamt the same
Knew it when we see it.
Only, the engineers took the trees and the land and the rocks and the ponds
Who gave it to them ?
And put a price on it.
A price Only an engineer can pay.
And they call me priviliged.
To not fall in this trap.
I'm carefree they say.
Nah. I'm free.
Heck they put a Tesla in the space
And germs on the moon.
Who gave it to them?
If I were you , I would
I would take care of this Earth
So we would not have to go searching
for another.
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