Life is wack. There, I said it. I know that's such an open ended statement but bare with me. I'll talk about one aspect; why is it that some people want an item so badly but once they possess it, they grow bored with time- months, days, sometimes even minutes. I’ll tell you, I think it’s because when we as humans see somethings that we can’t possess, we start to fantasize about the possibilities of obtaining such an item. Coming up with situations, possible futures in which we possess the item, at the same time though, those fantasies are exactly that, fantasies in which the world we imagine isn’t real, rather a romanticized version.
So once we finally obtain said item, the curtain drops, and all of those fantasies’ expectations aren’t met by the harsh reality of actually possessing the item. The item doesn’t change who we are, or make us different in any way, the sky won’t be any bluer than it previously was, and so we come to realize that all of the constructs we’ve created, the illusion of beautiful moments, are, well, shattered. Don’t believe me? Why else did Gatsby dream of the green light at the end of the dock? All those nights spent reaching out into the void? And yet once he obtained ‘his’ desire, what happened? Was it all it was marked up to be? Did he continue to place so much value on the green light? That’s all I’m saying. Maybe we as humans like to put faith into things that aren’t in our control. Almost as though we find comfort in the idea that if something goes wrong it isn’t our fault or the concept that a miracle could happen so long as we keep praying. Life is wack.
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