What if there are multiple keys to open different doors in our lives and we're either using the same key for every door, or using each key, but in all the wrong doors?
Sometimes I feel like no matter what we believe in, we believe in something. And even after all that believing, we still use the keys we are given, wrong.. fucking up epically.
Is anybody okay? Content? Or are we all bullshitting and just trying to BE okay, because after all these years of believing what we believe in, we technically should have found happiness by now?
Why do I feel like we're living in a world of pretenders? It's easier to say we have it figured it out. It's modest to say we haven't, but we look forward to the journey. You're a better person if you do... and so we all fake enlightenment.
Who really has the answers? Ghandi? Muhammad? *insert other inspirational folk here*
Or were we always being fed a fairy tale? Are we all being pacified with intellect verses what it REALLY is?
And if reality is what is real, is our reality only sadness? Getting by? Pretending?
And is enlightenment accepting this as truth? Accepting pretending as our truth?
*Though this post is old I still would love to hear your thoughts..*
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