Life is Your Illusion

 




Life Is Your Illusion 


Have you ever encountered a post on reddit about a blurry lamp? That story about a guy that had the perfect life; married to his college sweetheart, has two beautiful children, and a warm and sweet home. Everything in that life was so perfect until it came to a point where the guy noticed a blurry, upside-down lamp in their living room, seeming so out of place in that clear, ideal life. The guy thought that there was something wrong with him, and there is. He apparently lived that utopia only in his mind, because after the lamp became larger and larger in size, he woke up. Surrounded by people, gushing about something while staring down at him. 

An illusion is defined as the misinterpretation of a complex interplay between our senses. It is something that looks or feels real or true, but is actually not. I would interpret the defition of it as our brain projecting what we actually want to see on something, and not seeing that particular object as it is. The thing is, what we actually want to see is what we, our conscious and subconscious minds, are not really aware of. So, we become confused. We begin questioning things about this and that. 

It is said that our brains sometimes block any negative experiences because it sensed that there's been a bad occurrence happening to the body, by redirecting itself to watch core happy memories as a form of comfort. In some cases, it can even play non-existent events, like what happened to the guy allegedly in that reddit post. Knowing that, I always wondered if I could experience it. But there is this thought that kept reoccuring, bothering me uncannily: "What if I'm already experiencing that at the moment?" 

What if I'm currently in the verge of dying in the real world, and this current world that I know of is just a fragment of my imagination that I'm just living in for the sake of comforting myself. What if I am in so much pain and in fear of dying, that my brain voluntarily chose to drift me towards what I thought is possible for me in life and erased the memory of the accident or dispute my real self is in? Am I even within reality? Or am I involuntarily locking myself up in this reality I thought will happen in my life? 

I am unsettled by those questions. Maybe it's because I think that nobody can answer it properly? As I somewhat think that I am currently living in a continuation I imagined of my life, I can also assume that the responses I will get will also be a form of comfort created by my mind and not an answer from actual people. 

- Richelle Mae C. Escarlan

Idea Proposed by: Anon Crayon

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