Real life? What's so real about it?

"Real life," I love that phrase. I use it pretty often, but then again I couldn't put a name on it honestly. I usually use it in the context that real life is anything not on the internet.

In all honesty though, I ponder the meaning of reality constantly. It's funny how humans make labels symbols and concepts for things that never existed before we thought them up. I mean, if nothing was ever there to ponder over the essence of reality, would "reality" ever have existed?

For example, no one cared about gravity; knew it existed; or even questioned why they could stand on the earth until Newton got hit by a falling apple and said "what the fuck man?" That, ladies and gentleman, is solid proof of why sometimes thinking can simply lead you to a paradox with no answer, and drive you mad. The power of thought, the power to bring things which don't even really exist into the "reality" of humans. For whatever we think must be real, must have meaning and most assuredly must have a place in the universe.... right?

I think humans are the most arrogant pieces of shit in the universe you know, well, maybe stars have us beat. Still, the fact remains that we put names to things, give them characteristics and then label them as to their importance. Who gives us the right? What makes us the identifiers of all that is and all that will be? I think we all could learn from the humbleness of people such as Gandhi.

Ah but it's just a dream, to think that people will ever wake up to the fact that they're just specks in the grand universe. Not that we even know if there's only one universe.

Then again, maybe life is just a dream. Maybe this is all just some experience we're allowed to have and we'll all wake up one day thinking "man, that was a crazy ass dream." Perhaps we're all just thoughts, fragments of lost principals and morals or ideals in some greater being's head. Somehow aware of ourselves in some kind of subconscious way, yet none of us are without end.

Such is the way of things, to live and to die - that is the fate of humanity. Nothing more, perhaps maybe a little less though.

Just thinking about society

All the rules, implicit and explicit, of our world really rub me the wrong way sometimes. Our reality is a bit askew, if you ask me. Just because we're at the top of the food chain we feel like we define the laws of reality or something, telling people how to act and what to eat and drink. I think we overstep our bounds pretty regularly when we do things like that. A society is nothing but a group of individuals, that's right, individuals. The whole is only as great as the sum of its parts, we diminish the whole when we tell the parts what they will be, and limit them to that definition of acceptable.

Haven't we been shown enough times by now that breaking the rules really can bring about a good change? I mean, if Da Vinci hadn't cut up corpses we would not have modern medicine today. If astronomers hadn't fought the powers that were and taught that the world was round we might even still think it's flat.

I'm not gonna list examples all day, I just want to state my case and point here. You can't limit people by laws and then expect to grow as a whole. If the individual parts are limited to the point of not being able to reach their full potential then the whole feels the same limitations, and therefore cannot reach its full potential.

It's sad really, the way people just accept the limitations that are forced upon them by a society of people whom are also limited. It's like we just inherit the bonds of humanity and are shackled upon the insurmountable wall of society. Never to be truly free, never to break our bonds and shout from the mountains who we are and how we are.

I might be labeled crazy for having different ideals and beliefs. I might be weird and socially unacceptable because of who I am, hell I might even be impossible to get along with because my beliefs contradict yours and I wont back down on them. There is however one thing that I am not, and that is chained. Your world will not hold me down.

Super pumped

Super pumped to get my copy of Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim today. Gonna be so fucking sweet.

Ah, had to get that out of my system.

On a more meaningful subject, it must suck to have to write those fear blogs. Well, not have to but you get the point. I don't think I could keep my sanity while writing about being stalked by some kind of paranormal abomination. I mean, I already look over my shoulder pretty often because I feel like someone's watching me. I already hear things like my name being called or other shit, I don't need any more influences from my inner craziness to pull from.

That being said, I have to say: cudos to those of you that do. For the most part, the ones that I follow have a feeling of realness, of urgency to them. It takes some well placed talent for writing to be able to create something that can communicate urgency and emotion through words.

A new approach

It seems the common dive in and tackle it method will not work with my issues. Seems it's time to hit the books and handle things one at a time. Oh well, taking it slow is probably better anyway, all things in due time. For right now I feel a little better knowing I'm making progress, slow but sure.

I wonder sometimes why people give diseases names, or why we even have symbols for psychological diseases. I mean for the most part they aren't even sicknesses, just problems that need dealing with. Giving a group of symptoms a name makes it feel like something entirely new, so you completely miss the way to solve the problem. All people with "psychological illnesses" should just remember one thing: the whole is the sum of its parts. The roots of the problem are where you start. For the logger who starts at the top of the tree will find himself falling out of safety.

Last few days at work have been rather productive at least, with my mind a little clearer I've been able to get many things done. When it comes to my job I am one magnificent bastard, but I think I make up for that by failing at just about every other aspect of life haha. It's ok though, I don't really care about success I'm more about just enjoying things as they are. I am complacent in my current state of mind and life.

The ol' Dalai Lama was once asked what surprised him most, and the way he described man from that answer pretty much says everything about humans - everything I try not to be. "Man, because he sacrifices his health in order to make money then he sacrifices his money to recuperate his health. Then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present. The result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived."

There is wisdom to be had in the minds of our forebears.