THE ILLUSION … OF BEING PART OF AN ILLUSION

Identifying the illusion is not enough.
       But smiling is sometimes the only … option.
       
       You see … when we connect to people, we also connect to their inner worlds.
       
       And we see so, so many ideas, emotions, perceptions … such a large spectrum … that we don’t really understand most of the times.
       
       Sometimes … we ignore them.
       
       Sometimes .. we connect to those universes .. believing they are real and we somehow become part of them.
       
       No one ever told us … that we don’t have to believe that something is … real.
       
       We could simple look at the image from the front of our eyes … just as we look at a beautiful painting, asking ourselves what is the meaning that the artist had in mind when created that scene?!
       
       And now the question is …. who is the artist behind the illusion?!
       
       What is the meaning of the illusion?!
       
       How do we recognize this illusion if it said that all we see it’s an illusion?!
       
       
       
       
       
       How can we get out of such stories, repeated on and on and on?!
       
       Is there any theory that we should know regarding the illusions?!
       
       What do we understand seeing and connecting to the human being spectrum?!
       
       Well … i simple smile.
       
       I used to analyze and define a lot my life and everything that happened around myself, until the day when i realized i am a prisoner …
       
       But it was all so weird … cause i was the prisoner, the guardian of the prison, but also the prison itself.
       
       I was all … so how could i get rid of that?!
       
       And all the time i was remembering … that it’s all and illusion.
       
       That is the moment when i had the power to smile again … but being so silly, it all took such a long time to realize it.
       
       I was spending my life in a prison with invisible walls, jumping from my illusions to other’s people illusory worlds.
       
       I was simple replacing an illusion with another
       
       illusion … believing i escaped from the illusion.
       
       And still …
       
       I was having a weird feeling … that i was living the illusion of being part of an illusion.
       
       Each time a new story.
       
       And a new one.
       
       … and another one.