Yesterday I had my head stuck in a book. Today I'm stuck in my head. Recently I've read some things that shattered a few of my illusions. We are nothing without our illusions. They are our hopes, our dreams, our means to satisfaction. The closer they are to the truth, the better; but illusions are very important regardless.
I tried to live a life without illusion... it led me to a dull, grey, and apathetic world. I thought if I rid myself of illusions, that I would be living in a true world, free of great disappointments and undue celebrations. I was right. Unfortunately, this illusion-less world also led me to depression. I discovered that the world around us does exist independently of us. If you stand on a mountaintop and proudly declare to the universe, "I EXIST!" the answer you will receive is silence. Not because you don't really exist, but because the universe simply doesn't care. Illusions are the colors we paint onto the grey world that surrounds us. It is a human condition; illusions and the imagination that creates them. It helps to seperate us from animals. They live in the world as it is; we live in the world we create.
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