Incoherent Thoughts

I've read recently that there are two kinds of worlds; the one we live in and the real one. Our 'world' is quite relative...it is based on our perception; one that stems from the experiences we may have had...or those through which we have lived vicariously...nevertheless, we assume a life that is 'expected' whether it be by our or someone else's standards.

Our biggest problem is that we often lie to ourselves. We convince ourselves that we are unique... special...different...liberal....democratic...conservative...
unpredictable...or the worst of them all, "free". LOL...the constitution is a lie....we have no fucking freedom. Freedom of speech is not absolute...look at Dom Imus...freedom of religion is an even bigger joke...Osama proved that. We're not free to live, die, eat, breathe, sleep....most of these so called freedoms are dependent on certain factors: do we have enough food? what if i'm run over by a truck? What if some asshole decided that as a part of his religious freedom, he's gonna sacrifice my ass for the greater good?

What we have become are slaves. The most liberal of us. The most independent of us. The most open-minded of us. We have become slaves to the norm, to the accepted, to a society that would have set standards based on what worked then instead of what works now....and guess what? We, the free, do what is expected of us. We're either expected to conform or rebel. We either agree or we don't or we agree to disagree, which is the worst of all choice because it suggests complacency, lack of courage, predictability. The worst kind of slavery is when a man would sell his soul to fit in, be accepted, be understood...only to realize that he who stands out is revered, feared, looked upon as a source of wisdom and many would sell their souls...attend conferences, pay millions of dollars on books he wrote to experience his brand of peace.

I spoke to a friend of mine tonight who taught me what i already knew...he made me realize the things i refused to admit, to accept...he gave me his brand of peace...a brand similar to mine...showing me that in a world where we are EXPECTED to to fit...it's quite ok to lose pieces of the puzzle. If tonight you decide to take a peek up my literary skirt, as loose and disjointed as this may be...I know that you get me;)