There must be a certain degree of acceptance of society to be able to live happily in it. But what happens when you take the red pill and you find that the rabbit hole only gets deeper? It brings on a feeling of disconnect with the many who don't think to question everything they've ever known. And why should they? By some experience, it appears few of us have looked at our lives from an outside perspective. And while this brings about a certain level of enlightenment, you can never see your life or the workings of society in the same way.
But still, you carry on each day, thinking your life to be filled with what is necessary to get by, ups and downs, social interactions, only longing for some sort of escape from it all, as if there could be an alternative to this society. Small groups that think similarly must exist, but finding and connecting with them to a point where they accept you into their community is too impossible a task to feel realistic.
Theories of utopias conceptualized first in your mind, and second in the words of philosophers, economists, environmentalists, and celebrities which you never knew shared your point of view. Leadership without corruption, anarchism without violence, honest media, and trading acts of kindness. All elements of what I see as a better and entirely possible world.
I cannot stand the thought of working full time at something that gives me nothing but money in return. Being too exhausted to be autonomous, have my own thoughts, relax. Give into materialistic convenience and mindless entertainment. Become the perfect robotic consumer droning on as weeks run together and dreams drift out of reach.
I may have what appears to be a naive and unrealistic perspective of this better world. Though something tells me I'm not alone in this. This little corner of the world is all I've ever known. My home has become like a cage that occasionally is unlocked, only to remind me that I've outgrown this city that no longer brings me the comfort of familiarity. I have yet to earn my freedom. College is like a test I must pass to get out.
Then I must ask myself if this cage exists around me, or within me.
Getting out is not being uncomfortable looking strangers in the eye.
Getting out is not feeling like I'm watching my life instead of living it.
Getting out is feeling like I belong somewhere.
Getting out is adventure, natural beauty and falling in love.
Getting out is learning to support myself.
Getting out is feeling inspired by new experiences.
Getting out is finding people who also have a vision of a better world.
