if you could just look upon the world as one fucking big dream, where everything would be so surreal, like you never really belong there in the first place, more like, forced into it and shut, everything would be a such a breeze.
because you don’t really attach yourself, to anything, to anyone, because having perceived them as ultimately unreal, a certain lucidity, you don’t really have to worry about anything. everything solid, just looks solid, because that was the way you are trained and conditioned with. but if you look real hard, and think real hard, using that intellect of yours, you’d soon find out everything else doesn’t matter much.
entangled much by worldly affairs, you need to detach yourself one by one from it, declaring you couldn’t be bothered much about this anymore. so you throw away all the crap from your room, empty out every single value you have held so dearly, leave every single person you have associated yourself with, because they seemed pale and foolish, even pathetic, in comparison. they cannot, and will not, understand, anything, and if they do, it doesn’t matter.
what you seek is not a companion that is like-minded, or some new subject to be fascinated with, or some author cum philospher that somehow speaks of things you have thought of before, or a place where you can fuck up and be miserable in your own solitude; what you only seek is a peace of mind. a moment of clarity. absolute silence, where there is nothing but an understanding of the nature of things.
but don’t risk losing your sanity, dude.
it’s all or nothing.
perkaraperkara 