Decadent Western Phenomenom

Shaking hands with this famous person will never be like having what they have.  Oh, why do I make myself crazy by thinking I could just trade lives with this person with one touch, one little brush against them and I have the control of this life I could never imagine.  Holding so much inside feeling like I could burst into a 1000 pieces, feeling like I am nothing and the life they have is great. But I know nothing about what they go through day to day. It could be the same hell I am going through only they're having it on the front of some magazine you see at the  grocery store as you buy your yogurt, cheese, coffee and all those things you do not need and cannot afford because you went to the store hungry again. Oh, she gained 20 pounds, her boyfriend cheated on her with the nanny, she has fat thighs, she has psychic powers. God damn I need to be happy about this life I am leading or it will never be good enough or special enough for me to get on that magazine talking about my boob job or my new puffy lips filled with collagen. The dreams of all that never happened are hovering over me like a vulture waiting to eat my flesh and wait for my body to be identified by my dental records. I will not rot in this desert holding a cross in my hands with the rotted flesh clinging to a cross hoping to save me, the prayers that never came, the hope denied to me for my failures and my body abandoned in a red and mountainous land of beauty and splendor. God has left me in the hills of red and history of all the Indians that passed through here, lived here and died here. The glorious beauty of this land gives my soul a huge runway to the stars and the night of cold and blissful nature. So many people never venture this way and never will because they are caught up in all the lights and commotion of cities and theme parks and hotels with room service with maids giving them new clean towels at anytime of day upon request. They swim, sit in the hot tub and deny themselves the real world to see. The natural wonders of this earth, the magical theme parks of streams and forests and oceans. So you are famous but what have you seen that proves you are just like all of us? A dot on this planet, a human, a speck of dust in the relativity of time and earth. I am just like you my famous friend, a speck on the planet, nothing but flesh and bones until they rot away or taken by another soul in anger or disease. We all have our time here, experience what is important, see the beauty and not the inside of what is man-made and lacking in spiritual healing. Save your vacation to see you live as it should be, alone and meditating in a spot never to be seen by another…