REALITY CHECK
"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy" (Hamlet)
If your life is a journey, get ready to face obstacles. If your life is a stage, you'll definitely have to deal with bad actors. If your life is a fight, be aware that you'll lose from time to time. Sooner or later we all get a reality check. Sometimes we have to hit the reset button and start all over again, roll the ball uphill. However, the hardest thing is not to play the same game better, but to change the game entirely. We welcome change if it fits the narrative, if it's inside our range of control or knowledge, but we reject any change meant to remove the frame of reality, our reality.
For us, every little thing has a name, gives us a sense of security. We grew up inside those things and now we cannot imagine ourselves detached from them. In fact, we can process a lie and make sense of it, build something with it. We are so busy with piecing our lives together that the big picture goes unnoticed. That's because we learned to see objects instead of patterns and boxes as something to fill in than to escape from.
We like to play safe, to color inside the lines and we believe this is the right thing to do. Why breaking a system that works? But is it really work the right way? As we call things with the same name they will answer in the same way. The dome of our reality is getting thicker, not deeper and as the walls are closing in, we become smaller. It takes a second to wake up, but much longer to stay awake. Sooner or later we'll go red pill and what we consider today a conventional truth, tomorrow will be seen as a conjecture meant to make us feel good and safe.
Did you take the blue pill or the red pill today?
We are so blinded by the glitter of the reality that we forget we live in a 3-dimensional world, we forget the things have an inside too. The way we speak, the words we use carry so little charge that we barely feel them. That's probably because everybody talks to everybody and nobody with their self. We reach to the mirror only to polish the appearance because there is no time to go deeper or need to share more than can be consumed in a blink of an eye.
Even the time turned flat and unappealing. We may live in the age of speed, but the time we measure and stand by doesn't have anything to do with us. Our eyes are glued to the labels for the use-by date and our mind is focused to what and when to replace. That's not time lived, it's time spent. And the worst part is we spend most of it among things rather than people.
In the big game of life we managed to stand on the shoulders of giants and fall under the soles of the objects. Where does this train go? Do we have time to stop and smell the roses? Did we reach a point of no return? Is this a dream or just an overwhelming future that we reached too soon? Are we gonna change the system or reinforce it? Are we gonna take the blue pill or the red pill?