Clarity

What a funny thing life is. We spend it all in an endless attempt to fill the void with fantasies and inventions, be it religion, philosophy, concepts, theories, relationships of any kind, we create stories and opinions, beliefs that there is something more to it, we feed our minds illusions of grandeur, of power, of meaning, just to realize in a single moment of clarity that all we thought we’ve lived is just that: fantasies and illusions, that nothing really mattered and it’s all been as empty and insignificant as a dream, with the most favorable outcome being us becoming a new source of illusion for other minds to feed on.