Mental illness consumes us all. How are we supposed to understand each other if we’re all treading through miles of schizophrenic scenery?
We see things through a smoggy filter, defined mostly by our individual experiences, and refined by our desires.
Unless, unless, unless—-you dread to tread—then you just bounce around other people’s realities, none of which match each other and none of which hold true to each other.
The last thing a schizophrenic mind wants to do is get stuck in someone else’s dream state. Trapped in someone’s altered reality, there’s no garantee* that you’ll ever be released.
Can you extricate yourself? Not likely.
Can you draw your own reality on someone else’s well-defined vision? Difficult, if not impossible.
To escape then, how do you do it? If you can’t escape outward, and you can’t escape inward, how do you escape? Maybe you never will. So the best solution is prevention.
Make up your own will. Make your decisions early and stick with them. Live in your own reality.
If your reality is a progressive one, then by all means progress!
If your reality is a permissive one, will you someday run into universal laws that don’t allow what you allow yourself? And that right there is the Prime Dilemma: what happens when universal truth impedes your chosen truth?
* I included this word on purpose because the old spelling with the silent u is so annoying to me, and yet it is definitely part of someone’s chosen truth. Someone out there will have a difficult, if not impossible, time reading the word without the silent u in it. Guarantee or garantee? You decide. Personally, I want my reality, and my vocabulary, to allow progress.