Chronicles of a Survivor (7)

We are creatures of delusion, bound to wander in a world of dreams. Now lusting for an imaginary heaven which no one could ever even dream of, now paranoid at an ethreal ghost reaching to end our lives when the street is dark enough. Controlled by the very essence that dwells in our brains, a soul maybe, maybe just an utter randomness of the universe. The big master plan which we all are pawns in, the same master plan that is amenable to collapse at the very moment we snap out and actually make our own decisions. Everything we perceive is just an illusion, a way in which your mind likes to explain stuff to you. It equally indicates that we are too stupid to accept the world as it is, and the fact that the outer world might be, as well, another manifestation of our thoughts thus taking shape only in the gray matter of our brains.

Ever wondered if one person, animal, thingy would make a mistake and get off its masterminded track? To go left or right? If you’re supposed to go right to get to the proper end of the world then what would happen? You might reply with a really nice-to-believe-in and humanological answer: “There’s a supernatural power making sure we don’t go astray, making sure that everything works as planned”. Why are we living then? To get that supernatural power the satisfaction a little boy acquires while watching his train toy fully knowing exactly every point it’ll cross on its track? If every freaking decision you make, every step you take is already counted for then why make them? It might need an outside observer to give us an objective answer. Till then, let it go as easy as it can.