Picture credit: www.flickr.com [The Poetry Within II: Fading Truth]
What if the truth you know is a lie?
What if what you thought you knew to be true was told by someone who simply wished it as true?
What if he wished on it hard enough until he was able to make everyone believe it just as he'd imagined it?
And now, you, me, all of us, are an extension of that imagination and the various other imaginations that has been pressed upon us thus far. And each day and everyday, you feel trapped in this creation-- living for someone else and you are wondering if you are or not alone?.
I am not asking if humans are better off living as animals, without rules and freely admonishing themselves and every thought they create in their heads. I am simply wondering about my own life; what about it ought to matter the most?. Have you ever also wondered? Why haven't you yet found freedom in the so-called free world.
I am of the believe that we were created too fortunate of unlimited expressions that we, instead of using it for ourselves, create impressions around us in attempts to make a point. Meanwhile, trapping ourselves, and the next person and the other person and the next generations after that. So far, there has been very little privileges that has been taken away from us [if we decide to look beyond slavery, racism, tribalism, colonisation, curse of sin! etc... again the various imaginations pressed upon us as truths], that isn't one created on us. Which pushes me each day to wonder about this great power that permits that.
The other day, someone told me I am addicted to bettering myself. I had taken a moment to reflect upon this statement awhile because I had imagined I could never quite understand the ambiguity of such a comment. But then I ought as I was later to realise that its about the only truth humans should live by. The only living truth!--Bettering oneself. George Orwell once said, "The very concept of objective truth is fading out of the world. Lies will pass into history". While no one yet understands this statement, another truth, each day, fades away around us. And in it, is me, you, struggling, hoping, believing and living, somewhat lost to ourselves.
Meanwhile our minds are being told what to do, how to act, what is right and how we should react. The mind-- the greatest power whoever created us, gave you which you would rather let someone else use his to define what turn you should take. I have experienced times when I felt like I could move a mountain, other times it is this ability to create something that awes even myself. The power of the mind.
But then, just when I start to think I have figured everything out, I do something more dumb than that person I couldn't believe could be that stupid the other day--The concept of mind work. I wondered about this and I realise each day I awake to chase answers, pushing myself, chasing things, learning new ways, discovering, discovering. But not just listening and accepting--A new truth that less enslaves my existence by expanding my own imagination for 'me' and only as it works for my own individuality. Our unique imagination is the only truth we should own. The truth we think we know, the ones we have accepted [either a personal reconciliation or societal norm] changes everyday. We discover more, sort of like a greater truth, until what was once true becomes a lie--like an illusion we fed ourselves with. And like mysteries, the airs becomes void leaving us with emptiness we try to shake off each day to save face while you wonder if anyone else feels the same way you do. But you will never ask! Would you be the first to break the ice? Would you dare your fear?
So when this dear friend made this comment to me about being addicted to bettering myself, I had simply replied; "The truth is in your head". But he did not understand it.. nor me.
Simply put, the truth around us will die. It will change. It will become a lie. Actually, truths are lies or it will be eventually. And when that happens, we are left with nothing. Or we fear that's what will happen. So while we keep at our various struggles, and even while we are excelling at whatever we are doing, we are constantly shaking off the feeling of emptiness or fear of ever getting trapped. The fear that the truth that's been told down on us may become outdated and heaven help us not to be caught in the mist.
That emptiness you feel
The hole
The shit hole
That emptiness you feel
The other face saved in disguise
The darkness you hide!
Its in your head
It's in a mirage around you
Masked by the lies told down on you
Once truth,
But made up imaginations by he who wished it so
That depressing fear
The need to push your mind to work
And to keep working
That trap you need to get out of;
Everything you allowed to convince yourself about
But its in your head
That emptiness!
That fear
The truth
It's in your head
It starts with you
It ends in you
Bettering yourself;
A mind unfold,
Regardless of the limitations just told.
