Perceptions
Perception is
a second word for judging something or someone by what they do, or did or are
planning to do... perception is to believe that a person would behave exactly
how you imagine he/she would and it’s not even unethical it is completely
justified by our actions. We think and do what is right because our heart tells
us to. We don’t think for a second how that would affect anyone else. All what
matters is; what we think. What we perceive. Everyone sees things in their own
way. The meaning of perception varies from person to person. For a writer,
perception is everything. They would judge things in a manner no one would.
Because they create art. They are artists. Just as everyone is of their own
lives. We all decide to paint our lives differently. Some with sin others with
morals…
Perception is
also that false hope, which ruins our faith, which makes us insecure and which
makes us trapped in the idea that love doesn't exist… And there is
no salvation. There is no one for us. And even if there is, we don’t see it
that way. We continue to linger in our negative imagination our false hopes and
dreams and then we turn so miserable, that we don’t sleep at night.
We start to
think about all the things that could happen to us, change us, make us better.
But what we are doing is to build more dreams on already broken dreams. There
is no building made. There is no tower of light. You’ll keep falling trying to
build those up but they won’t stand a chance. You’ll lose. There goes your
future-false-hope. See you make a twisted story in your head that you will
eventually get past all of what holds you back from what is better and what is
beautiful…riches or success or fame or power…or beauty…youth… but this all just an illusion. Daydream. It’s a lullaby you use to sleep at night… you keep on
imagining things to happen in the most amazing ways anyone could think of. And
everything looks so beautiful and perfect till you fall asleep. When you wake
up the next morning, you’re the same
person who wants a dead black coffee because know you have to live another day
on this planet full of morons.
Why can’t it
all come true? Because you only imagine yourself doing it. You don’t actually
do anything about it. Nothing. You wake up you have breakfast, you spend the
day complaining and listen to everyone complaining about everything happening
to them …you lay in your bed and then you start to build that fallen fort again.
I dare you. One day, don’t build it.
Don’t think about anything. Don’t start the illusion. Don’t imagine anything. See if you dream anything
different. See if you dream about killing someone. Killing someone you hate. No
wait, that would be a nightmare since we’re all so goddamn ethical.
We all do
that. Judge. Hypocrisy will be the death of us all. And quite frankly, we love
being hypocrites. It’s a day to day game of
pretend-you-like-someone-you-want-to throw-acid-at. We are such good actors.
Acting as if morals and rules are so perfect and we are so good and model
citizens because we pay our taxes. The whole world is filled with people who
kill people in their minds just for the heck of it. And then they visit their
churches their mosques…their cathedrals…false hopes
and false beliefs. They all hide under them. Hide their faces and what they
truly are. They know. They know it so very well that they are animals who have
learnt to perceive things the way they want them to be.
Irum Zahra, Psychaotic
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