Illusion

"If you stop to smell the roses, you'll realize the roses are an illusion. The world is so much more than you'll realize. The world will be so much more than you'll ever imagine."

If you stop,

and smell the roses.

They smell like roses.

Why wouldn't they?

They're roses.

But what happens if you really,

really,

really,

really stop.

Lean in closer.

Truly smell the roses.

You'll notice two things:

you smell nothing,

and there are no roses.

The roses are an illusion.

The world you live in,

the one you call home,

the one where you were born,

and will die.

Is it really...

real?

Are in a simulation?

Just a play thing,

for other beings of power.

That's ludicrous.

Ridiculous.

Stupidous.

Of course we're real.

Of course the Earth is real.

I feel real,

so I am real.

Well.

How do you know?

What if we were just,

some mindless game of life?

How would we know?

Senses can be deceiving.

We can be deceiving.

Our lives aren't ours.

They're premade,

manufactured,

products.

Living the life we were

programmed to live.

If this is the case,

then what's the point of living?

Why praise freedom

and free will

if we truly don't have it?

To us,

the world,

our world,

is so much bigger than we realized.

It's so much bigger

than anyone will ever realize.

But it's so much smaller

to who ever might be watching us.

If anyone is.

Maybe that's why we feel

so,

so,

so alone in this world.

Because no one is watching us.