Truth. (Or The Opinion Article For The Newspaper I Never Worked At)

[ZenitYerkes]

I don't care if you don't have a clue of what I'm saying here; but I needed to let my mind talk.

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Truth.

It sucks hard, few people dare to face it and fewer return from it without ignoring it or going mad. It's not fair, it's sickening and over everything else, it's true.

Because the main function of truth is merely descriptive, it relates our mindsets with reality and makes them fit in its schemes; so we can have a better understanding of our world; so we can replicate the graspable aspects of it in our minds and use those concepts, that knowledge, to face problems and help us comprehend what surrounds us.

But what happens when truth itself is the problem?

The answer is simple yet complicated -because few accept this problem: we live in a lie.

Put a mask over what you thought a minute ago was real: call it active social activities, call it Internet, call it beer, pot, masturbation, TV, money, cars, hot chicks, guns, iPods, God, work, leisure, movies, self-help books, video games, new clothing, new brands... Distractions, something to turn your heads from what you've got in front of you, something where to lay on for a minute and beg "Oh please, please; at least let me have this to rest! This is what I need, without it I won't withstand this situation anymore!".

This situation becomes all in all the only real thing you may have experienced by the end of your life. This situation is the truth. It is where you live, it is where you're putting your feet right now.

And this situation, after all, is what you let happen.

Oh yes, you, the guy reading the article. Why would I make such accusation? Because it's what I see. And I can see the cashflow.

You are part of this giant machine of money, you work day by day, through Monday to Friday to spend your effort in things you never needed but heck, you wanted; you think money may not bring happiness but how it helps actually. And eventually, you turn into a wealth vending machine which is filled every month of money you spend for the wealth of other machines.

With no money, none of all this wonderful progress would have been achieved. Who gave the people the credit and permission to do so?

It was you, with your indifference and your fear towards not buying an article or looking obsolete.

Now you try to remove part of the stress the truth, the real life produces you with a screen, with a good partner or a good lover, with some good fellas with whom you can go out and take beers until you fall drunk, with a dildo, with a sermon which may tranquilize your trembling soul, with a voyage to nowhere you make knowing you will have to return someday to the same hole.

Keep your distractions and ignore the message I am giving to you. You may misinterpret it, distort it to make it look heretic or wrong. But you know where I am coming from because you are putting your feet on the same mud I do.

And I ask you to don't just keep staring at the screen, and do something on it; because you know as well as I do that something here is plainly not working.