Born a Minion is a Rola Colas song about that question.

The word minion simply means a subordinate — someone who serves the interests of a person in power.

 

 

BORN A MINION

We are born.

Then the training begins.

From school to work, from education to advertising, from television to social media, we are surrounded by ideas about what we should want, what we should believe and what success is supposed to look like.

Get the qualifications.
Get the job.
Get the mortgage.
Climb the ladder.

And keep climbing.

But who built the ladder?

Born a Minion is a Rola Colas song about that question.

The word minion simply means a subordinate — someone who serves the interests of a person in power.

The song explores the idea that modern life can become a kind of conveyor belt. We work, consume, accumulate and repeat, while believing that the next promotion, the next house or the next pay rise will finally bring freedom.

But there is one thing the system cannot ultimately control.

What happens inside your own mind.

And there is an even bigger question.

What happens when the conveyor belt stops?

The story of Yeshua in the wilderness provides the central image.

Forty days and forty nights.

Hungry and alone, he is offered power, kingdoms and glory in exchange for bowing down.

It’s an ancient story, but the temptation is remarkably familiar:

Power.
Fortune.
Fame.

How much would someone surrender to obtain them?

And what happens when wealth and influence become more important than the soul?

Eventually, every person leaves the game.

The house stays behind.
The money stays behind.
The possessions stay behind.
Someone else eventually takes your place.

The wheel keeps turning.

So perhaps the real question isn’t whether we are all minions.

Perhaps it’s whether we recognise when we are being asked to bow.

Born a Minion — The Rola Colas.

We are born.Then the training begins…