š¤ What happens when you donāt fit?
āYou take the red pill, you stay in wonderland and Iāll show you how deep the rabbit hole goes...ā
š©¹ In one of my favorite movies of all time, The Matrix, we never actually see anyone take the blue pill.
I now know why.
š The red pill is never the point. The moment Neoās mind began to wander was.
į Hereās the twist for the oneās FOMOing. The red pill had taken effect before it was offered.
The partaking to the red pill was purely theatrics. The choice was already made.
The theater, where the pills were offered, was a stage for the choice. A ritual of sorts. Better put, an initiation.
Morpheus, is the Greek god of dreams, as Neo is an anagram of The One.
Most think, it was just a movie, well, just like this article, thatās why it still flies over most peopleās heads just like this article willā¦ Unlessā¦ Unless you stick with it and read Between The Lines.
When One decides to dream in whatever magnitude, they become strangers to the world they leave behind.
š¤ They erase themselves?
āThe successfulā echo this every waking moment, but the masses relentlessly consume podcasts and associate media expecting to hear something different.
Make the choice.
Easier said than done, but simple nonetheless.
A relatable example would be the decision to become Rich. This is a decision few make despite it being easier than ever to become Rich than in any other time period in the last 6000 years.
By decision, I donāt mean fantasizing about riches. Decision after all is only visible once embodied.
It all begins with imagination Neo.
Imagine all of what you have known to be reality flipped upside down.
Where most of civilization thus far seems Neanderthal, despite them carrying themselves as the most civilized of all time.
Imagine living in dread of the stench of your farts and the gluttonous compulsions that seem almost as if thouārt possessed.
Imagine the tragedy of an aching stomach, and having no other cause but you.
Imagine closing your eyes to pray, and envisioning no other God but you.
Imagine rejoicing, in the ecstasy of existence, profound beyond measure, despite your fallen nature.
Imagine looking into the eyes of another, and beholding a being so magnificent, treading the earth a stranger to the truth of their glorious heritage.
Imagine falling for a woman so deeply, over barely āsufficient interactionā, and worrying whether youāre better off leaving her as is, scared to plague her with the intensity of your being. Scared that she may never understand, scared that your awakening of her love, may grow into estrangement. Scared that if she loved you regardless, she may suffer the same fate.
What happens when you donāt fit is funny.
Because when shit hits the fan, you become a scientist. You start experimenting.
Seeing how much of yourself you can reveal when the world is shrouded in oblivion.
In your revelations, you realize, no one truly pays attention, and those who do, watch from a distance, too afraid to interact, for they too know the weight of allowing the contemplation of possibilities.
You realize that the bickering of those that choose to sleep on the times are like the bellowing winds in the faces of the Great Pyramids.
What happens next after a failure to fit in?
Do you exist anymore?
Or is it just catharsis?
From the ecstasy of the possibility of leaving a trail for others that will fall on the same path.
How amusing the journey of revelation is.
Truly, a Laugh Tale.
~JoyBoy
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