Hate Escape Hate
Plugging into a fake heaven to disconnect from a real hell
As I sit still, I think of all the forms of escapes that are around to allow you to cope. Cope with what? Doing something you have zero passion for. The delicious mind fast food and the visual eye candy is waiting to make you temporarily forget what you despise until the figurative and literal alarm clock goes off. It seems like a cycle that never ends when you’re suspended from ascending to your purpose, so you just settle on walking day to day on that hamster wheel of hell. You’re trapped in between light and darkness as a translucent silhouette signaling your true self for help. Imagine if what you created was the escape? Those subscription services would have to find another listless customer because the joy from your imagination determines your destiny. When you narrate your story and create your own dopamine, you don’t have to shoot someone else's ideas into your veins.
