The elusiveness and the lie
Just as Don Quijote. Many things in our daily lives seem unattainable. The unforgiving imbalance makes up the mornings sometimes. Trying to plan and cram all of our daily things into a daily routine that seems to turn out the same way. Even though we try to create new ways to a different changing world.
The creative simulation in which our lives are blinded by the type of life we want to have even more out of reach. If you think about the sheer will you need to succeed in the new world of cosmopolitans? The trams, trains, and traffic jams that cause our daily lives to be interrupted by sensations you would not call a positive outcome.
Reflection every day has a kind of remarkably weird sensation in our heads. We find it normal that our lives have become about attuning success on a broad scale every day. A satisfaction that craves so deep, we sometimes do not understand or comprehend our own hunger for it. Many ways to arrive in Rome, not enough time to create new highways to attain this value.
The everyday haze is like a fog that always seems to turn out the same for those who have attained its value. We are nameless creatures at birth and will in our lifetime try many times to give our name meaning. Something that is also only given to us. Our name can represent all things complicated. It can bring positive emotions, it can bring up memories. But what it will likely never do is resemble the work of a humble creature. Simply because we do not hold ourselves in high regard or on a pedestal. The gods and fragrances have caught us off guard.
Time has revealed we find it rather interesting to look up and regard the sky as powerful why the realization of our own capabilities has greatly diminished. Certainly about our own image. The platforms that have transformed and mutated our civilization into a video game on demand. Where we watch each other exclusively and have no idea about what is actually going on in each other's lives. What we really think or what we really feel.
We have become an impermanent being striving for luck that might touch our hands once. But never fully because the satisfaction wouldn’t last long.
Our exclusive and elusive idea has become about attainment in the paper. Not anymore about creating images about imagining the future. Now, this present moment in which we can achieve all we want. But we seem to squander and wander around. They feel imperfect and forever wanting perfection. As dali said you won’t ever reach perfection because there is no such thing. Patience is the virtue of nature and was stepping on its predecessor. Time has given us the notion that it is endless and that by the time we discover our potential it is either too late or we have forgotten the ideals of play and just giving ourselves to fate.
The churches that were ourselves have become external prisons that keep our emotions and notions intertwined with a belief system that only requires power. Man, hours, not deviation from the norm. In question this very system you will be seen as the ignorant and damn near killer of what is possible and plausible. The machine has worked it will work for us. Everyone is shouting. Yet when we argue who has charge over the world. We do not even know what side we stand on. The comfort bubble in which we live has become about denying our rights. And by that fact, we do not know our value anymore.
The diminished man is a scared man, and I see a day when all we do is obey the word. And forget whatever existed before this.
The scarecrow is in our house, and it will never leave. Because the obedient mind is lost in venture. Chains around our feet we will seize the day to call it freedom.
Freedom is all we needed. But to be able to free ourselves we need to accept the thought of a new life. A new way of life. Our reach becomes less with the passing of each day, where the friends around the table will be a figment of imagination because no one knows will not what is actually happening anymore.
Life has been given away, and the freak will forever look at the animal farm. Civil rights where are you now?
