“Orwell was an optimist.” I saw this somewhere recently, and thought “how true!”
Everyday, I learn and discover some new ugly truth about the world, about war, and about humanity that both disgusts me and hurts me. It also makes me realize how naively and blindly you and I lead our lives. How we have little idea of the extent of awfulness that is going on in the world. If we’re lucky, and inquisitive, and persistent, we catch glimpses of it here and there. And sometimes, we even tie them together. But only to realize that the awfulness is so vast, that we’ve only dipped our toes in the shallow waters of its beaches. It’s in fact an ocean, an ocean of awfulness.
But it does not end there.
Imagine that everything you see and think you know, is just a very vast and elaborate play. A play that does not take up stage for a few hours and then close its curtains, but one that goes on endlessly and infinitely. One that people lead their lives in. The lines and the lies are so many and so vast, that after some time, even the players become confused about which were the original and which they made up along the way.
And then imagine, that there is another play, inside the play. Like a dream in a dream. A smaller play that is shown to you, like an advertisement– edited, clean, bright,–delivering just the right message to create in you just the right reaction.
And then imagine that all of these plays, these fake scenarios and lines and pretend emotions result in very real consequences. Like death. And destruction. And hunger.
Bravo my friend, you’ve just imagined the world we live in now.
I’m not trying to be a pessimist. I’m not saying that everything is bad all the time. There is a lot of good as well, but that good is in the audience. The sentimental and good audience that is easily convinced and influenced by the well-primed actors. The ones that you and I selected for their roles, to make decisions on our behalf, and with the utmost belief that they would carry out these roles in sincerity and honesty.
But now the roles have changed. Now we are the puppets to the ones we selected for our well-being. We are the stringed and the tugged, in that direction and that. And the saddest part is that they are so good at making us believe that we still make the calls, that we are blinded to our strings, believing that they are still the actors, and we, the audience.
I see my strings. I feel powerless. I see the evil, and yet I am powerless.
There is only two ways to go about this game. Either you remain where you are and keep watching the play and try to convince yourself that this is reality. Or you walk out of the theater, reject the play, and the ones holding the strings decide what they want to do with you.
I wish there was a third option. A scissors! To break free from the strings. To expose this play for what it really is, and return to reality. The REAL reality.
Orwell WAS an optimist. All that he foresaw, and even worse, has already taken place. You are living in it. And then you are reading a book about it and clenching your teeth in fear of the arrival of that awful world! Oh how terrible it would be to live in a world like that!
You are watching a play. Inside another play.