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Society and the system are boring.

Helping rich people get richer. We work for them, we buy into the junk they sell and a lot of people that think they're well off are still sucked into it.

Consuming instead of expressing.

Distractions galore.

Faking it till they make it is my least favorite. It's actually disgusting. People spend their lives being someone they aren't to impress other fake people for an illusion that they can get ahead in a system fueled by their lack of self.

I wish I had a way out. I'd take it. I felt it, when I was in the van. Though I wasn't able to sustain it with my situation at the time, I had a taste of real freedom. It was raw and present 24/7, and I realized that most people are delusional about what freedom is.

I am well aware there's all kinds of labels and divisions between us. We have all developed and grown in different ways. My way of thinking is not superior, but there is truth I see most people ignore. We are being controlled for productivity.

It's not healthy for us at all. It's pretty obvious in my country. Stolen land, slavery, progress for profit. Is this really what we believe in? And then I remember how many people are faking it till they make it... and I still don't understand why we're this one dimensional. For a time I was sucked into it because I was afraid of not being part of the herd. (I'm not a faker though. I'm not sorry anymore either. A few people get it and I'm good with that.)

I only wish humanity would realize that equality hurts no one, fake is not real, and this isn't all there is. I wish everyone could taste real freedom. It's a decadent humbling that alters your heaviest perceptions in life.
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being · 36-40, F
I am usually much more subtle with my words, but there's something in the last day or two.
What I see is that we're milked like cows. We're then asked to be grateful for the grass and the roof above our heads. That's not it, that's not life, life is out there. It freaks me out to see it.
Our structure is much prison. And yet we're so afraid to live with materials that 50 years ago didn't even exist. We're taking a very strange turn. This is not it.
@being this is definitely not the way. At least not the only way, but many are trapped, half of them blissfully unaware. The rest ignoring their true potentials. It is strange and sad.