And the people I meet … they have everything in their minds.
No matter where you come from, in the end what changes is only how culturally you react to the situation. We are all immobilized in the dream that someone else has transmitted to us. Programmed, transformed into systems of thought that gradually seem to be unifying and flattening.
The worry is constant, the fear of being alone, the fear of the future, the fear of not having money or livelihood, the fear of being bored, the fear of not counting anything, the fear of getting old and getting sick, the fear of not exist. All founded, but all based on fear. Is this the only way to live on this planet?
I have noticed too often that we lock ourselves in our mentalities derived from millennia of history, culture, religion and tradition. All things that have always fascinated me, that I have always been curious to know and discover until the day I started to wonder if it was not just a bubble that keeps us separate from what might be our true perception of life and what happens to us, outside of conditioning and worries, if such a life is possible.
We react with what the environment where we were born has transmitted to us, then we react to the new with old established patterns, forgetting and not perceiving the same thing that is happening, everything is filtered in a sort of confused perception.
This is right and this is wrong, in one culture one thing is moral and in another the same thing is not anymore. And we convince ourselves, making it become our reality.
Too often I have heard of people who exchange love with necessity, love with fear. The hearts are still pure, but the minds we have all lost, almost completely, obsessed with following imposed patterns, obsessed with following an external authority and its rules.
Our brain produces thoughts and images.
All these images are no longer under our control for some time.
All these images are easily manipulated and implantable from the outside … and they were.
The imagination under our control is probably the way out, but we are lazy.
We live in an artificially induced limbo.
