Coward... You realised that your life was nothing but a lie and you ran away from it.

Is this the way you want us to act? Is this the final example of how we should live our lives? You were never a good mentor. From such an early age you exposed us to exactly how we should not live in this world. Theft, lies, adultery and now suicide? The things you did sicken me. You tried to convince us that these things were necessary to be the successful and great men that we were destined to be, when really all they did was satisfy your ego and fuel your twisted sense of reality.

Everything you ever did was for an unsuccessful, dissatisfying concept. “the American dream? ” why don’t you spend more time worrying about reality rather than a dream. Nothing is that fictional. Nothing is ever that perfect.

But you didn’t recognise that. All it would have took was for you to realise that you didn’t need all of that. The respect and popularity, the money making job, the family that carries on your legacy. All you needed was to be content with yourself and the ones who truly loved you would be impressed enough.There was no need to fabricate your whole life in an attempt to fit in with the dream. Throughout the whole play there were constant references to being the “man” of the modern day.

Making money, having the dream and to obtain this status you were always “making up” for the flaws in your life. People like Charley saying things like “No man needs a little salary” (page 110) when that was all you ever needed and more. And the never ending lies and over exaggeration of your life. “Oh, what a simonising job it is” (page 14) pretty much summarises your entire life.The need to impress and to be the best you possibly could was drummed into your head from such an early age by this society and you fell victim to it.

So much so that you made up your entire career and life to show others how great you were, when you were really just cheating yourself. It was obvious from the start that the “Dream” was not something to be idolised, but something to not dedicate your life to obtaining. The harshness of such a dream, and the environment that you must subside within to work towards that dream was an example of how unappealing it really was.At both the beginning and end of the play, the hard, cold towering structures show just this.

It is not a beautiful way of life. And i don’t understand why you would go through so much for something so unattractive. I recall telling my brother “look at your friend, builds an estate and hasn’t the peace of mind to live in it” Page 18. We build our own lives based on the social paradigm of having bigger, better and beautiful things in life and yet we can’t stand the life that we make for ourselves.There is no way that I can be part of such a world.

I was never meant to spend my life “simonizing” everything I do to be the best that I can. I have said it before and ill say it again “it is a measly manner of existence” (page 16). It was never meant for me. And i try and just to get away, and they try and try just to make me stay. And ill forget this place, it’s not for me and it will never fucking be.

Because all i ever wanted was to “be outdoors with my shirt off” (page 16).Never having to worry about the competition of every other man, or have to constantly simonize yourself to be the best. But just use what you have and that was all that mattered. And now I realise that, we were once made as hunters, gatherers, farmers. That is what we were destined to do.

Not to grub for respect or money or any other form of the dream. But just use what we have to have a lifestyle we are perfectly content with. The only things that kept your life bound together were the fake strands that you told yourself and the others around you.Because you wanted to be more than you truly were.

You lied to compensate for how average and ordinary you really were. Well take a look around. There is nothing left. You will not be remembered. Where are your adoring fans? Your funeral is filled with the sounds of crickets.

There is no one. There are no violins. Did you die the death of a salesman? Was it all worth it? All the lies and deceit that you intertwined into your life. I know that I will never stray down that path. I know where my heart lies and i know what I am.