It is like I can see through it all. The fragility and pointlessness of it all. Don't take this the wrong way. I won't bother you with my whining and stoner talk or walk you through my frustrations from life.
I know the pointlessness of life is the point of life. That you get to pick your goals and pat your back once you accomplish them. I understand that.
What I take problem with is how people never drop their character.
It is like the cameras were set rolling when they were born and are permanently performing on the Shakespearean stage of life and they intend to taste the sweet taste of death there.
I, on the other hand, like any sane actor am balancing my life between the meta-realities and facade that is life.
I need you to admit that you are performing too, that you have not mistaken the act for your life.
That you are not possessed by the ghosts of evolution as you do what the ghost tells you to do. Chase any mundane goal that the ghost points you towards. That you are not fooled by your monkey brain chasing anything that increases the chances of replicating your DNA. Like a wild dandelion waiting for the wind to carry its spores away to farther lands, like that tree desperately trying to sweeten its fruits in a hope that some four legged beast might choose to eat it.
You are better than that. You are self aware. That's the only mistake of evolution that has worked in our favour. Like a rite of exorcism it has enabled us to cast out the ghost that kept us possessed for so long. But as relentless as the ghost is it never left us completely. So I need you to take control, for the ghost will always be there.
I need you to be in control of you. Shut the cameras once in a while and run away some place away from the hassle and watch the sun set and go to sleep. Let the (Truman) show end.
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