Haiku — 0024: Escapism
What I see, over what is.
I apologize for the continued streak of slightly darker, bleaker lines of thought. I am still trying to piece a few things together.
Epic tales unfold,
In dreams of a perfect world,
The mind escapes self.
For someone who comes from a culture that has a long history of advising against escapist tendencies, I had to learn the hard way just how much these flights of fantasy can cost one. , Maya as they call it here (to denote that which is surreal), is a big topic describing just about anything facetious, trivial or imaginative (and useless). [Sidenote: ‘Maya’ is also a popular name (including a relative of mine), so if any of you read this, please do note I am not being rude]
Sometimes, reality is so messed up, and therefore it becomes attractive to step into a greener world inside our mind. We get to choose the story, after all. We get to choose our life, our prisons, our demons, our powers. We dictate the rules, we decide boundaries, and we are in control. We get it all, we have it all.
However, between powers and prisons, most of us have an uncanny talent to fall into the latter. And down we go, into a descending spiral, a cesspool of all that is negative, and all that is perfectly wrong.
The mind escapes reality, the self, and everything there is.
We are escapists.
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