If you were given a choice.....where would you live?

If you were given a choice......... either to live in a glorious, happy, wonderful, DELUSION
or a saddening, depressing, boring REALITY,

... what would you choose?

How important is it to us that something is REAL?
Why do we take it so dear whether something is REAL or not?

Why are we willing to make the greatest of sacrifices, just so that something is REAL? Why do we value realness so highly over everything else?

And how can this all be................................. when we are all in effect uncertain of what reality really is, or whether it is as rigorous as we make it out to be.

For all we know, it can all exist inside our brains.... the WHOLE WORLD can itself be a DELUSION.

After all, even if reality does exist in some way, everyone has to live in a delusion to some extent anyway.

All the justifications we make, the social constructions, social contracts, propriety, ideas, opinions, lifestyles, methodisms, faith, happiness...

they're no more "REAL" than a delusion.... they are delusions of reality... and everyone's delusions are slightly (or in some cases, greatly) different, leading to different interpretations of "reality", thus leading to arguments, contradictions, etc etc etc etc.........

........................ how important is reality?

How important?

We all seem to take for granted that it is paramount that we don't live in our "own world".... that we should keep our feets on the ground............and not to dream, delude oneself too much....

Yet all of that, in the end, for what?

Why must we pertain, limit, ourselves to reality?

Why can't we live in a delusion?

Why does society hate it so much?

I suppose .............. the issue is when our delusionsal lives start overlapping.... when, because of our delusions, we interrupt other people's lives in an undesirable way... only then, does society really "care" about such delusional people, because it affects them.

Else, in all other cases, delusional individuals don't really matter to society. They honestly don't care about them, just as long as they stay in their own little world, and don't intrude upon them. Thus they leave them.

Whether, to the "deluded", "crazy", individuals, this act allows them "freedom" (in the own delusional interpretations of this world) or "inhibition" (they're limited to their own delusional interpretations, unable to experience other people's delusions) I do not know.

Yet I am certain no-one directly faces, plunges into reality in all its bareity... with no delusions in their mind at all. It's impossible for humans.

Everyone has delusions.

They have things they like, things they hate.
Things they want to avoid, things they want to happen.
Things they have passion, will die for......
People they love dearly............. believing in things.............trusting........................predicting....

they're all delusions, of course.

Yet human frailty causes us to rely on these delusions,

convincing us that they have rigorous grounding, that they are part of reality....

Else we won't be able to live.

We need certainty, rigour in our lives.

Or else, we will all collapse amidst a chaos into misery.

We want order, and these delusions provide them.

We want to live in this world, and these delusions allow us to interpret the world in a way that is familiar to us, understandable, reasonable, to oneself.

Delusions are unique to human beings.

We may be impressed at how sly, deceptive, clever we are... (there are theories that human intelligence evolved from the evolutionary motive that the more deceptive individuals survived better)

Well, the ultimate act is when we fool ourselves.

The ultimate deception. The pinnacle of intelligence.

As Orwell put it - "doublethink" - the ability to fool ourselves into a delusion, then the ability to deliberately forget that we deluded ourselves.

A true art. For it allows us to cope with "reality", because at best, "reality" is just another delusion to oneself anyway.

Thus there was no choice after all.

If only causality can give me a break...........

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He looked up at the grey-clouded sky.There was no hope.
This world of self-righteousnessself-indulgence...
He did not belong here.....
He sighed and looked at the ill-trodden ground.
Why did it matter?What was the point in all this?
He couldn't find it.
There was no light anywhere..................
Only if there was something in this world that mattered...
Nothing worked in this world..
Rationales... logic... they were all hypocrites...
All false, all dumb, all nothing
What only controls this world is luck and chance.
You cant control who you are, how your genes are made...
You cannot deny your stars.
We were all born this way..............
Some born to be this.... some to be that.......................
All a predefined bunch of garble.................... one can smirk at stuff like logic .. causality.. etc etc..................
For we have no control, really.. we only have the faintest illusion of it...
This world was meant to be like this...... everything planned beforehand.......................................
We may have self-righteous indulgences of "individuality"; illusions of "free will"...............................
But really we are overcome overwhelmingly by external forces................... and some forces that were put in place before we were even conceived........
Really we are all mindless cogs in a stupid machine............................
You cant deny the stars...
We are born to be who we are...
To live being us, to die being us.......................................................

Although our greatest desire is to step out of oneself....... forget oneself as they are..............................
And become, live a different person..................................
The stars were not defined like that....................................
We have to be one, one and only one person........................................................................
And we can't
We can't
Change who we are..

It's predefined.............

Don't you feel your powerlessness moving in?

Individuals are nothing in this world.........


It's only an illusion.... although some people may die for this illusion..... in the end that's all it is... really.... an illusion..

Only if people realised they are only but the smallest, the most tiny, components of one large machine..............................

THEY DONT MATTER
THAT'S THE REALITY...
WHO CARES IF THEY EXIST OR NOT
IT'S JUST ANOTHER STUPID PERSON IN 6 BILLION
THERE EXISTENCE CAN BE EASILY FORGOTTEN

Everyone's so self-contrived about themself, thinking themself so self-important............
When really they're not...........................................

We are born, live our stupid predefined fate, then die.
What true joy can possibly in that? What true happiness? .................... what point?

It's all a machine, it's all a machine..................... our life is a machine.........
everyday we are 'processeed' etc etc

Everyone may think they're special but how can anyone be special if they're all special?
The most easy answer is THEY'RE NOT.
THEY WERE BORN TO BE ORDINARY, TO BE 'PROCESSED' IN THIS MACHINE WE LIVE IN, AND THEN DIE HAVING LED YOUR "AVERAGE" LIFE.....

That's what I mean
There's no point in this world.....
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But on the other hand..If you could have someone, even just one person,Who thinks you are special, unique..Isn't that enough?Does it matter if it is all an illusion?As long as you can continue to believe it is not?
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......................if only there could be more romance in this world........
Rather than it being a meaningless wasteland it is.......................................
It's so gay................



So bloody empty, devoid of anything worthwhile............................................


so empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, empty..........

All the crap in this silly world might as well not exist............................. for they're meaningless to the extreme.......

I hate this world and its freaking gayness
stereotyping...........................................................................................................
self-contrived bullshit...............












IN THE END IT'S NOTHING NOTHING NOTHINGNOTHING NOTHING NOTHIING NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING

The Human Condition

To live, i.e., to breathe, eat and sleep, does not, in any way, equate to "living" as a human - hereby known as the Human Condition. Although a human's life may be as unique, uncontrolled, and developed much by the individual as possible, for a variety of reasons, many of them being quite positive, they decide to conform to, and follow, the Human Condition - The Act of Living through predefined, but somewhat controlled and stable ways.

Of course, much of this is due to the intense pressure of society as a whole on individuals to Live like a Human. Society demands that individuals be "expectable"... although staying "unique" in a sort of contrived way, "expectable" enough to be a member of society without causing too much unwanted trouble and attention.

People fit with others so "smoothly" - as if they were one body, a part of a great social body. You know what you can (and should) expect of an individual - most of these try to look for the fact that they possess the Human Condition - that they're "living" like one of them, part of the great social body, harmonious and non-troubling. (This does not in any way repress individual freedom - it allows it, but they must conform to the Human Condition while they're doing it.)

The thing is this sort of system is quite painful to those who are outside of it all. Those who do not possess "The Human Condition" - those who live but do not "live." You cannot know just what to expect of these highly erratic, albeit unique, individuals. So in general society tries to banish these people completely; to drag them somehow into the society and force them into the human condition; or in some "better" societies, simply ignore them, try not to think about these "unexplainable" ones.

I am such a person.

Until now, I have feared looking at myself from a third-person perspective - afraid of finding myself as somewhat utterly alone and oustside of the "human condition" - not really living a life in "their" sense... so utterly, troublingly, ALONE.

I know people hate me.

For my over-uniqueness that isn't really necessary in a world where conforming can solve many
issues.

And then, of course, there are those lingering questions that ever more trouble my weakened mind.

What if, I am not really "unique", in the positive connotation, but simply a loner, an outsider - who simply does not understand how this world operates, does not try to accept it all and get off his butt and jump right into it, participating in such a world, sharing and opening up oneself.

I know, I know, this gets to the old question every "crazy" person (+ most philosophers, and in fact pretty much everyone I suppose) must have asked - are they wrong, or is the society wrong, or are they BOTH wrong, and if so, to what extent, or are they both right in some way?
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Oh, I am such a loser.

Living in my own selfish and highly individual world.STUCK inside myself.Not really bothering (or avoiding) to think of myself as a participant of a broader picture.

So stuck up my inner self. Hardly sensing the world around me. No wonder you can hardly interact with it, conform to it.