There they are, in all their glory, dancing furiously across the sky, its hard to believe that something so beautiful can actually be real.
This is a poem I saw on LinkedIn and couldn’t believe the effect it had on me.
How we spend our time creating this perfect picture of perception, missing out on life.
I know those who would easily spend a weekend spring cleaning top too bottom, and they call that fun, they call that OCD.
Call it what you want and no judgment at all, I think I’m just grateful that little speck of dust, isn’t going to be my reason for missing a spec of life… Very grateful indeed,
I’m just saying
XXX
I found a new series – Westworld…
A combination of The Matrix and A Million Ways To Die In The West. Basically, and very slim on the details as I just started watching it. remember The Matrix where humans are actually controlled by alien type machines, our reality is engineered and for example our usual day to day of waking up and off to work, come home, family time and sleep is actually us laying in a cocoon-like chamber connected to this machine that with our body temperature creates energy to exist and live in our reality that doesn’t exist. Mind-blowing, I know…
A Million Ways To Die In The West, it kind of reminds me of it because of all the eccentricities and crazy in the movie, definitely has the same eccentricities of Westworld. I could add a few more but these stood out.
So, imagine you enter a world like partaking in a game or acting in a movie and live in this world as if you always belonged the crazy part is the inhabitants of this world have no idea it’s all a game for the wealthy to live to the fullest. They have carte Blanche too do as they please, which of course involves murder, rape and carnage… so predictable of us humans. Forbidden fruit that’s why.
Each day the inhabitants awake to the same day, with the same dialogue, going about their same routine but with very different endings… Groundhog Day situation. The visitors/guests interact with the inhabitants and are free to do whatever, whenever and to whoever. Some of the guests are either lonely or bored or they prefer this alternate world, in some cases the visitor falls in love with the inhabitants and visit as many times as they want. Going back to fulfil the same role they chose to play or go back each time changing that outcome each time, good or bad. The inhabitants never remember the visitors, so every encounter is a first encounter. One of the visitors regularly visits to consistently cause harm and torment. So, think 50 First Dates where Adam Sandler spends every day reintroducing himself to his love Drew Barrymore because she has short term memory loss. Well this is the same concept except the Adam Sandler part is played by an evil man who rapes and torments her on every meeting, him remembering every previous time and her in shocked oblivion because of her non-existent memories. Yes, it’s a generated world with inhabitants who aren’t real, but they don’t know this so every event is reality to them.
You wonder when reality and this alternate-world begin and end. There is always that fine line in life especially when you are given too many options, like having your cake and eating it too except the one is more tantalizing then the other.
It’s actually quiet an interesting concept that this series is based on and I wonder if our lives would be less chaotic and free of disaster. Imagine satisfying our cravings through an alternate world, always coming back to our actual reality and in this perfect world there would be constant peace and harmony… but for how long?
Human nature, the constant battle between good and evil. Ever evolving opinions and mindset that has no limits. There is no control so what’s after the alternate world when we become bored and need another craving satisfied.
Of course, all good things come to an end as you watch this interactive amusement park fall apart. Visitors that don’t want to leave the alternate world, a trigger-happy cowboy who shoots dead all the inhabitants of the town ending the day with other visitors not having anyone to interact with ruining the experience for them. Or the glitch that the inhabitants are beginning to either malfunction or start remembering. Where the daily routine of their scripted lives are beginning to change the more they remember the past visits or visitors. Imagine remembering you dying over and over again, murdered by the same person every time in the most brutal way? Or the inhabitants with full recognition warn the other inhabitants… chaos and turmoil on every corner. Literally.
We are the beginning and end of our lives, of who we are, and always having choices and the freedom to decide where we want to be. We choose what is right or wrong, which means we have to take responsibility for ourselves, because we can’t go blaming machines or aliens or people controlling our thoughts on alternate worlds like Westworld or cocoons like The Matrix.
In the meantime, I will sit captivated by Westworld and the concept that intrigues my senses and keeps me wondering.
I’m just saying
Xxx
A beautiful struggle was and still is a phrase given to me by my fondest love attachment of divine intervention. Which has now become the beginning or rather relaunch of my blog.
“Our scars make us know that our past was real” Jane Austin – Pride and Prejudice
My love for writing has been my saving grace, my world to escape to and my therapy for my scars, but as with the old blog I used it as my platform for a bit of rage and humour. That is all behind me now so very therapeutic indeed.
A beautiful struggle is my inspiration of life, love and everything that is good. Tired of the negatives of negatives and the bitterness that prevails. Newsflash ‘misery begets misery‘ how does no one remember this. I literally have cut out the unfavourable that bring me down, the pessimists who live in denial and the lost who dwell in the anxiousness of their own doing… They handed me the scissors that I used to snip snip snip.
“Off with their heads” Queen of Hearts – Alice In Wonderland
I have lived and breathed the anger, hatred, regret, etc etc of life’s cruel sense of humour but it was still down to choices I made so in the end who can I blame… and that was it! The moment you realise that you just can’t blame anyone so why wallow in that pity party of doubt.
Hence “A Beautiful Struggle” was born and perfectly said, the Struggle was real but the outcome, finding God and being able to find and live in the highest power of being which Is love … well that is Beautiful!
I’m Just Saying