It is a sad thought, knowing that you could just disappear one day and no one who notice, or even care. It makes you wonder about things, what are you living for and why? Will there be anyone to mourn for your passing, when the time comes? People who fear loneliness, are just afraid that they could die and no one would care. There would be no one to give a eulogy at their funeral, no one to shed tears for them. We are too afraid to be recognised and to be singled out from the crowd, yet we fear loneliness. We fear the loss of our individuality. We fear alienation. We want to be accepted by everyone and to be noticed, yet we are too afraid to be noticed. The endless cycle is the curse of humanity, of the human ability to feel fear and the inability to conquer these fears.
Why is it that you allow yourself to be enslaved by this technological medium? You spend the
majority of your waking ours glued to the screen, hands stuck to the keys, brains ticking overtime at
the fantasy lives you build for yourself. Online, you can be whoever you want, look however you want
to and say things you only dream about saying. There is no one to see your bright red face and your
obvious embarrassment, so you feel free. Free to be something you have always dreamed to be, free to
live life the way you believe it ought to be lived. Free to be something you are not.
You tell the people you meet there that you are something that you are not, yet you believe them when
they tell you things about themselves. Why do you believe the ones you lie to? You have no reason to,
you do not have to, so why do you? How can you trust people to tell you the truth, when you tell them
nothing but lies? The Internet is a minefield of dreamers, all wanting to find a certain something in
the people they meet. All of these people build false images of themselves for others to see, so that
they could be desired or found remotely interesting. They long for the things their real lives are
lacking. Through the Internet, they can find everything they always dreamed of, because there is
always another out there searching for the same thing.
Truth and illusion, which is real? When you spend your life shrouded by lies and false imagery, do
you begin to lose the sense of reality once so firmly possessed? Do you begin to be confused by it all,
the lies and the truth, the deception and the reality? What becomes real? Do the lies become reality,
do you lose all memory of what is real. Do you lose the ability to distinguish between the two? Truth
and illusion, two sides of a coin. So entirely different, but in the minds of some they are inseparable.
You can only have one or the other, never both. They never mix.
If you chose to have truth, you will live a black and white life. You will never be able to tell lies, not
even to help your situation. You will be an honest man and also a wise man, but you will always be a
fool. Humans are born with the ability to feel and to communicate. The two are linked. If you tell a
lie, you may feel slightly guilty. Some people feel more guilty than others, and some never feel guilty
at all. If you can never tell a lie, you will never feel guilty, and hence you will be unable to feel one of
the only things that makes humankind individualistic from the rest of existence.
If you chose to have lies, then you are simply a fool. Eventually, they will realise that you are nothing
but a liar and will lose their respect for you. They will not be able to listen to a word you say, and
never be able to believe you. By lying, people lose trust in you. People who are liars generally have a
lesser guilty conscience than most others, as they always lie and they would not do so if they always
felt guilty about it.
