Friday, May 19, 2017

The greatest bullshit stories ever told


Can you walk away from love? ... Life is not a love story. But it is a story about love, and the power it has over us. The power to heal or destroy. And this is where the story ends... 

There is nothing true in this world. I had enough of "hope and change". There is no transformation, radical or otherwise. Being awaken is not the remedy for problems, or something to avoid pain. Life is painful. There is no use asking why it is so. It is so...



The religion... 

Religion has actually convinced you that there's an invisible God living in the sky who watches everything you do, every minute, every day. And the invisible God has a special place for you if you don't follow him, the place full of fire and smoke and burning and torture and anguish, where he will send you to live and suffer and burn and scream and cry forever and ever until the end of time. But... He loves you!

The longer you live, the more you look around, the more you realize, something is fucked up. You believe in God who could make good people as easily as bad, yet he prefered to make the bad ones. You believe in God who can make everyone happy, yet he never made a single person happy. Finally, with divine apology, he invites us, the poor, abused slaves to worship him. Something is wrong here.

My life journey has led me to this very moment in time. I have arrived to a place where I am okay with this. It is so simple. We are all idiots. Like robots; programmed by this shitty society. So routinary, so weak. Masturbatory. But you, you're too busy holding onto God's hand. Thinking how wonderful you are, how sensitive, how unique. You are not unique! You worry just like anyone else, oooh, how you worry, twenty-six hours a day! And what do you worry about?... About "you"! What about "you"? What's in this shit for you? What's gonna happen to you? Egomania! So horrendous. But fascinating!

Nothing exists, all is a dream. God, life, mankind, the world, the sun, moon, stars - all a dream, all without being or existence. Strange, indeed, that you should not have seen so far that life is only a vision, fiction! The life is hysterically insane - constant struggle to earn money for surviving, fighting diseases, hunger, filth, poverty, pains, old age and what is awaiting on the end... the death. Holy Shit! If this is the best the God can do, I am not impressed.


The awakening...  as a meditative state full of awareness. 

Awareness! Be in the Now, be present. What a fantastic concept used to fool innocent and naive people. Things are bad enough. The meditative state is the worse. There are numerous self-proclaimed lunatics, so called saints, prophets and saviors who wish to serve this world. Spirituality is a romantic stuff. The Path!!! Search for truth. The Way... all is romantic bullshit. You will get nothing there, try your luck elsewhere.

I don't believe in spirituality, Mickey Mouse, Disneyland, Kim Kardashian and Celine Dion. (Btw. who listen Celine Dion anyway?) The brainwashing all around - education, advertisement, philosophy, religion, sports, politics, spirituality, hope and change. People imagine they are growing, improving, and just like a businessman, they want result, they call it, the return on investment.

All the authorities down through the centuries are false. Enlightenment as it is presented to us by the New Agers supposed to be an ultimate pleasure, uninterrupted happiness. No such thing exists! Wanting something that does not exist is the root of our problems. Waking up, moksha, liberation, and all that stuff are just variations on the same wish for a permanent orgasm.

The saints and gurus like Eckhart Tolle, Mooji, Deepak Chopra sell this spiritual morphine. People take the drug and go to sleep. It never strikes them that liberation they are after is just an ultimate disappointment, which they follow to be free from neurotic states caused by their own beliefs.



Why didn't he fuck her? ... this question continues to bother me until this day. 

Men deal with lots of frustration to get laid. We will wait around for weeks or months until a woman sleeps with us. As time goes by, we absorb woman's bullshit and get more irritated so the fuck, instead of it being an exciting moment, it becomes a game.

But not this guy. This guy portraits insecurity, resentment, frustration, a hope... so on the end, both parties are left miserable when he eventually leaves. And that it is what life's all about. His last words to her were: I know, I'm going to miss you, too.

I am talking about the movie Lost in Translation with Bill Murray and Scarlett Johannson. Sofia Coppola directed the movie back in 2003. I am surprised that this movie is 14 years old. It is about our loneliness and isolation. Even thousands of people surrounds us we are unaware of their existence, we are lonely, isolated, hopelessly living our pity life, missing something.

And then, at a hotel bar, we meet a stranger and start talking about marriages, our happiness and the meaning of it all. These conversations can really only be held with strangers. When drinking is involved, everything is possible until you hear she says "I feel like I've known you for years"... all the chances are you will get lucky and have sex together. Funny, how things are simple in this bittersweet life, a sad comedy.

I don't like the movie. I don't like hope. I hate karaoke bars and I despise Bob because being funny is what he does for a living, and right there with Charlotte, he is too tired and sad to do it for free.

No, life is not a love story. But it is a story about love. About those who give in to it, and the price they pay. And those who run away from it because they are afraid... because they do not believe they are worthy of it.

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About Zee Mark

I am an Ashtanga yoga practitioner from Toronto, Canada. I am writing a blog about awakening, yoga and everyday life. My entire life journey has led me to this very moment in time. I finally arrived to a place where I am okay with the truth that there is no truth.