Here comes the dawn of a new day, living the same life, after the same trends and the same chain of commands to fit in with the society. Dreams, such a wonderful fragment of imagination visualizing seamless fantasies and desires to the common man, giving birth to various visions and ambitions. The sole reason an individual pursues a dream is to achieve happiness but the insidious question remains, are we really happy or trapped in a mirage mind boggled by the verisimilitude aspects of life? Because the only dreams that matter are the ones we have while awake. Mankind has reached out so far beyond the heavens that all our creations have become the triggers to our own demise. We become so associated with our daily agendas that we become unaware as the crepuscular bleakness slowly devours all emotions and enters the mind into a state of total obscurity where we are nothing more than prisoners. In the mind, there is sheer darkness with untraceable voices echoing from all horizons which casually depletes every single drop of enthusiasm and persistence inside of us, thus defecates the elements of frustration and anxiety, turning us into the very monsters we once feared as youngsters. Are we happy?

The era when everyday used to be a new adventure with people expressing creativity, painting even the dullest of environments with the colors of imagination progressed into an existence where we are all divided by screens, sitting motionless. We are born to act like slaves and work for the people who pay us worthless pieces of paper we call money. As kids, we see the world through TV screens and discover the aspects of life through books and school lectures. The idea of freedom and being independent enough to make a difference in this world perishes along with the sense of adventure and odyssey as we are treated like robots, being integrated with transferred data we call knowledge. We are taught to obey the rules but not to question them. We are born with specific religions followed by our parents but never asked to execute self-judgement. Lives being controlled by systematic traditions and still happiness is expected from everyone. We become so preoccupied to earn a settled life in this brief existence that we forget to enjoy it in the first place. What is the use of all this knowledge and college degrees if one can not distinguish between happiness and an illusion. Is this the true meaning of life?

We remain puppets in a world controlled by the superior, giving us paper in return of our blood and sweat. Why is a piece of paper so crucial in life? Why does a piece of paper signify a person’s power and capability, whereas certain talents and skills remain in the dark? Why do certain lives hold more value than others? We are presented an illusion that poverty and scarcity are slowly fading but still thousands of capable people die out of starvation just because a worthless piece of paper is needed to get the vital elements for survival including the gifts provided by mother nature. 1.3 billion tonnes of food are wasted each year yet no one even offers a glass of pure water to a homeless. We declare endless wars holding no merit, killing millions and leaving no one to benefit. We cut down hundreds of forests and leave millions of animals homeless and try to shadow the homicidal deed by the fake hope of charities and pointless endowments presented by the media we trust.

Alas, the day has come when you can trust your enemies more than your friends. Enemies would own their aggression and animosity towards you even under the most resilient conditions. The most depressive truth about life is that enemies can always be trusted on the fact that betrayal never comes from them. Whereas we are betraying ourselves by setting up a whole parade of lies and delusion. The saddest principal of existence is that life begins outside of the comfort zone. Growing up is not about how much body mass we gained, it’s about knowing that there never were any monsters under the bed, there is no such existence of monsters, devils or demons, its just the people around us. We betray ourselves by setting up a whole parade of lies and delusions. We keep dreaming while life carries on ahead of us and we miss the opportunities we seek. We see our flaws and defection right before our eyes but still overlook the massacre blinded by technology which bring our fantasies to reality. Our inventions are not signs of our brilliance but are slowly replacing us and blocking the unique creativity that we once possessed. Our entire life is based on a lie that we live knowingly but are too disorganized to raise a finger against the conspiracy. Fear of criticism should not overpower one’s voice. People who have never tried to raise a finger will say its arduous to attempt, but that is only because birds born in a cage think flying is an illness. Accepting the delusion and remaining in silence pretending to be happy will resolve nothing as the silence speaks, the darkness sees and when no one is around, we will only be fooling ourselves.