The American Dream.
Is it real?
Are dreams ever?
Well, they may not be real, but I believe they do have meaning.
And often they are meant to warn us.
In the First World there exists this altered state of reality that feels so real as to supplant reality itself.
It is the economic reality that is the topic of many a good talkings to.
A cog in the machinery of first world progress.
So that’s pretty much what the majority of first worlders do.
It is a reality that largely revolves around and is fueled by economics, or money…
and comparison…
to that fictitious Jones family who seem to have it all, but who in reality…
don’t even exist.
Throw a monkey wrench into the works, like job loss, divorce, addiction, reckless risk taking that results in perceived economic failure and the wheels come off very easily.
I have some experience here.
The fragility of the dream is revealed. Dreams are always fragile since they tend to go poof when you wake up from them and can’t even remember much about them.
Time for another good talking to.
About how you just ain’t doing it right…according to the dream.
But wait a minute…let’s step back away from the fray and examine this so-called “reality.”
A reality based on economics? Is that really the one I want to adopt for myself? For my life?
Couldn’t there possibly be some alternative state of reality that might be a tad more fulfilling and a hell of lot less stressful?
Less fragile?
One that is really…real…for me.
Concrete, hard and durable.
Yes there can, but first you must wake up from this dream state…which in reality is a nightmare.
Open your eyes and shake off those cobwebs of collective first world consciousness.
As in the movie, could there be some super intelligent machine-like being responsible for this reality?
No we are responsible. We created it.
And it is largely fueled by self-interest, greed, and indifference.
We created this vast network of functional and rejected cogs, both operating from a standpoint of self-interest.
And the rejected cog’s feigned sense of helplessness emanates just as much from self-interest as the greediest of the functional cogs.
Remove yourself from the matrix.
Become a misfit who adopts a different mindset.
Who refuses to take either the red or the blue pill.
You don’t need either one to see things for what they are.
Move up to a higher dimension…a higher plane of consciousness.
Living in the third world has been an eye opening experience for me. One that has introduced me to that altered state. One that has awakened me from the dream.
I no longer buy into the advice of my dad that I must be a cog in the machinery of first world progress.
That is not the key to happiness.
Now, am I suggesting that the matrix of economic reality doesn’t exist?
Oh no, it exists alright.
We created it.
But I don’t for a second believe that it is the way the real and created reality of the universe is meant to be.
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