Magic

Watch closely now, I can make your life pass before your eyes. On the count of reality...

It occured to me today, an effect that consumerism has had on people. This is probably old news to some, but it may be worth the read to others.

In a world where everything is fake, every toy you buy is plastic and made by someone else, probably not lasting more then a few weeks before it's old and garbage.
In a world where everyone is fake, with people trying to be exactly who they're not.

Boys trying to be men, strong, attractive, like a peacock, strutting around with it's tail in the air. Except the tail is an ignorant attitude towards women (or men), and a general air of self satisfaction. They do it because it's what the television, mainly commercials, tells them to.

Girls trying to grow up and be hot, be the one who gets all the guys, be the one who drinks (and has people buy her drinks) and parties all the time while still striving for the plastic, fake hollywood look.

Alcohol being consumed in vast amounts simply because it's easy. It takes you out of reality for a while. A few hours of sweet ignorance in which nothing really matters, and it's all a little surreal.

"I'm not like that!" I hear you cry. Chances are you're almost as fake. I know I am.

Many of us live in a world of computer games, unreal worlds that exist only because people have created them to do so. We spend hours staring at a screen, sitting almost completely still, just as I'm doing now, writing this.

Ask yourself, when was the last time you went for a walk for no reason? Not to get fit, or to meet people, just for the joy of walking?

We've replaced our world with a fake one, a world created out of a twisted, greedy minds full of makeup and body spray that can make you 100% more attractive. Full of monitors and keyboards, television screens and chairs that you spend hours in, just letting your mind melt.

People are at an all time low when it comes to personal happiness and fullfillment. Why? Because true fullfillment isn't found in a computer, or a television program. It's found in our contact with nature.

I'm a hypocrit for typing this. I live my life in a world created by someone else, but there is still time to change.

One day perhaps everyone understands.
One day perhaps we see the error of our ways.
One day, when death catches up to you, and you look back on your life, will you see something you're proud of? Or will you see that you were too busy escaping from life to live it?

One...
Two...
Reality.