At night, I would sometimes look at the stars, gazing upon it, trying to feel it.
We live in a materialistic world, where we depend upon materialistic objects to “enrich” our lives. But do they really enrich us? Or do they blind us? Blind us from our senses. We see but we do not observe, we process information but we do not absorb, we hear but we do not listen, we touch but we do not feel…is this how we are suppose to live? Blinded from our true needs and inner feelings?
At times I wonder do we really exist anymore, do our true selves exist anymore? And who are our true selves? Are we really who we think we are? Or are we a fragment of our own imagination, thinking that we have total self control and judgment?
To me it seems like we are rats, guided by walls and barricades of society, in which we would follow its every guided turn. We built the society that we live in, and society builds us, like a never ending cycle of guided growth.
Are we really happy? Or are we just thinking that we are happy, but actually we do not feel happy.
Gimme your two cents. I know it might not totally make sense, since its a cluster of my own thoughts. But please do reply.