Sure, this advice is simple as all hell. Maybe offensively so. But some of us need to hear this. Me included. In a sense, this is a message in a bottle to my future self, for when I lose consciousness of this side of my mind and become stupid again. I’m just taking the time to share this message with you too, so you don’t have to write it out yourself. In case you forget, my precious people.
This world is nothing more than a dream. Sure, there’s something tangible outside of that imagination, but that is the realm of gods, which we are not. Whimsically, and even tragically, we meander in the dark world of dreams manufactured by what we call evidence, those little points of light glowing in this void. It may be possible to find the slice of life you envision for yourself. This is what we will explore today: your last line of hope, that thinning rope dangling your half-decayed corpse above the cultural maelstrom that hungers for your soul.
The term “evidence” conjures a vision of tangible and concrete experiences, guided by advanced technological perception, tools like microscopes or telescopes. But most evidence we thrive on comes in the form of strange auditory emissions leaking from the mouths of the flopping humans. It would be ideal and fancy if our dream worlds were produced by advanced science and wonderful sensory expanding technologies, but let’s be real, our lives do not deal with chemistry puzzles or an exploration of physics. No. Instead, our lives are lived in the society, that spooky cliche that inescapably drags us in, while we kick and scream. And society is really just a machine of lingual noise and human behavior.
Everything about our minds is contagious. This is the problem. Well, at least one problem. So, you want to reach some goal, a dream of reality of your choosing. If that’s true, you must consider that all of those who surround you that do not believe your goal to be possible, well… they are absolutely corrupting you. You may try to avoid talking about your ideal future with them to escape their negative vibes, but their mere presence expresses subtle persuasive arguments against your version of reality, whether spoken or not.
As an example, if you’re walking down the street with a friend and they begin to flail and behave as if a bee is chasing them, you’ll probably find yourself reacting as well. They need not utter a single word, and yet their perception of reality will bleed into yours. It means this problem goes beyond the lingual realm, beyond the overtly expressed words. Each day you spend around those with dream worlds that conflict with your desired world, they infectiously corrupt your world. These people act as evidence-producing machines with every breath they take. They sow doubt and seed beliefs into you.
To really succeed, you must find the points of light in the darkness that illuminate the path to the destiny you desire. Of course, terms and limitations apply, read the fine print, physics is in fact real. So, just consider that not everything is possible. But who are you to say what’s possible or not? Again, that is the realm of gods. You aren’t even looking at the future, society, or your own life with microscopes or telescopes. Unfortunately, there aren’t really analogous tools for our dream worlds (yet).
I’ll use my desires as a showcase. Creating a life where I can continue writing for a living is my ideal. If I surround myself with those who believe that’s a pipe dream, their presence in my life will communicate this to me. It’ll latch onto my fears, affirming them with social evidence. How they behave and react to me will build more evidence for what my future is to become.
If I wish to succeed, it’s not simply a matter of writing well, but that helps too. Really, I have to seek out all the people who believe I can prevail. They are the audience of my writing. They are the points of light in this hellish abyss, this darkness I dwell and fear.
I pathetically cling to those who poison my soul, even now. Leaving behind those who don’t believe in us is… horror. It is to plunge into the darkness that is closer to true reality. The unknown. All alone. With no sparkly affirmation to guide our confidence, to illuminate the path to success. Just bleak darkness for which we must traverse with no one. Good thing I switched to using “we” rather than “me” there, because it was feeling a bit sickly. Now you’re here too.
On top of all that, society (in America) seems to be festering and toxic. Can’t really abandon society, can we? Gloom (like in Zelda TOTK) is consuming the landscape in this place. Hopelessness contagiously spreads and our behaviors reflect that. Isolation, hedonism, escapism, Zelda, and all the other popular pastimes.
We need to spread the light and consider our own contribution to the problem. And what a hard problem it is. I won’t be able to solve it with this article, but truthfully, I chose to write the psy-fi books to reach a wider audience. To contagiously spread my own perception as thoroughly as possible in a medium that isn’t locked behind wordy formal academic walls. No more castles in the sky.
-Signing off, your fake imaginary friend, Pandora/Qwerky.
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