Life is a lie!
I love the use of exclamation marks to highlight what I think and have a strong opinion about.
At best life is an illusion an illusion of what we make of it. Some people are happy while others are sad at the same time, in the same atmosphere breathing in the same air, sharing the same space and why is this the case? Even if we are not living in close proximity we are still sharing the same space, the earth is a space, a nook in a cranny of the solar system and the universe. Yes we might be living in our own little homes, made up nooks in the same place of space and time, yet most of the time we live in denial of this one fact that we are all occupying the same space and are inextricably linked in our consciousness, whilst we maintain an outward illusion of separation. Perhaps to keep our sanity in a world of colliding molecules, atomic friction and nuclear explosions. So we make up our lives, we tell our own individual tales of histories, of dreams and hopes for the future... of the life that we desperately want but can't have or will never have. We manufacture life by allowing other people to script our lives while we offer ourselves up as willing actors to play the part of our lives and afterwards we recall that script and all that happened and live to regret that we had not controlled the script from the start.
Very few people control the script of their lives, most people walk into scripted roles right from birth, at first unwillingly but later, after early conditioning, they are most willing to walk into the roles that they believe have been crafted for them. But then, getting to play a role is a competition, like everything else, we have to fight to get a part, to compete for something that would end up making us as miserable as ever, simply because we have giving up control even before starting. We are made to believe that we have to fight for roles in life and that we have no control over what happens. We can't walk a way because if we do, then we are doomed. That is what we have been told, that is how we have been educated and so we are trapped and are unwilling to get out of the story.
Tell me your story please? Tell me about your experience? What happened in the last play you starred in? The one that brought you fame and riches and later spat you out as if you had never existed in the first place? Or the one that you walked away from to chase after the cup of greater glory? And so the story goes, the made up lines that keep us on the carousel we call life.
Fear is the god that keeps us hanging desperately on to that carousel, because we fear that at any time we could be unwillingly pushed off and fall to our doom, or we could choose to fall to our doom anyway. But rarely do people make choices that will get them off the carousel and even if they do, the hope is that they will climb back on to continue the journey. We have been programmed to believe that the story must end one day, albeit happily ever after, and that is what keeps us going till the end, whenever that end comes, whether abruptly or gradually, the hope is that we are day by day closing in on our dream.
But what lies waiting for us down the line? The story will end one day, whether abruptly 'in media res' or gradually, but it will end one day and when you get there you will realise what it was all about, that it was all about nothing, that you were actually an actor in a scripted play trying to find a place for yourself in someone else's dream.
