Most people are only technically alive. Their hearts beat, lungs inflate, they eat, shit and fuck, and they pay taxes. But don't let the vital signs fool you, their spirit faded away ages ago.
I have observed in the subway. Nobody cares. Families don't notice. Friends don't notice. They themselves, the victims, don't notice. They just keep going forward, without meaning and purpose. They put their heads down, like zombies.
Their soul has disappeared, nothing dramatic. It did not happened in a moment. Nope. They have died in a sea of text notifications. They have given up, postponed, delayed, compromised things until they finally faded away.
The matrix doesn’t need to crush you
It just needs to keep you comfortable. Comfortably numb, comfortably distracted. Streaming shows, endless scrolling feeds, content that feels like candy but digests like cardboard. It’s not oppression, it’s sedation.
Aldous Huxley (the guy who wrote Brave New World, a user manual for modern life) nailed it when he said humans have an “infinite capacity for taking things for granted.” People collect degrees they don’t care about, mortgages that make them prisoners, jobs that drain their souls and then they call it “success”.
This is the quiet process of giving up. It looks normal. It is normal. And that’s the tragedy.
Huxley warned us, the matrix is a prison for our soul, but not one of chains, but of comfort. And here we are. Streaming shows, infinite feeds, bottomless distractions. The system doesn’t need to break you. It just needs to make you comfortable enough not to care that you’re already broken.
And. Nobody notices. Nobody claps. Nobody mourns.
Why doesn’t anyone laugh anymore?
Because laughing requires noticing the absurdity of life, and most people are sedated to notice anything. The king is naked, the system is ridiculous, life is painfully short and beautifully stupid.
Real laughter is dangerous, it punctures egos and power structures. But in a world where every joke is a potential offensive violation, people would rather frown than laugh. Safer that way.
No laugher, simply because laughter is rebellion. It’s proof you still feel alive.
I don’t want to play this game
I resist. Not with hashtags, but with my intent, my will. I say no. To comfort. To distraction.
I am increasing physical activity! I am going to do more ashtanga yoga practice, go more often to gym lifting weights, I am going on the longer walks. I am changing my daily routine. Meditation, reading spiritual stuff and simple being are my fight against soul numbness.
I have my Soul's grace, that itch, that restlessness to make my current life counts. I want to gain self-realization, and finally break up this endless cycle of births and deaths.
What are my options: keep sleepwalking with the herd, waiting for retirement hoping to do the things I never will. Or wake up, stretch, move, fight... and be, be alive.
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