An Elusive Wallpaper

The biggest myth in this world is possession. The belief in that just being there or having it is good enough.

This is an idea primordial perhaps in nature but imprinted perhaps from day one, and this is something everyone attempts to transcend. We seek beyond what it is external and satisfaction beyond the mere material form. It is therefore that we often are never satisfied. More is more to most and less is more to some- thinking a subversion, or an austere outlook gives us a visceral appreciation beyond it's mere possession. The idea remains the same, we seek satisfaction beyond this world.

Assuming then that I can give you an antidote to give you a somatic experience similar to this satisfaction, but it would ultimately always seem to fall woefully short. Life ultimately becomes one long addiction trail.

It ultimately leaves you with an insatiable appetite not for satisfaction but rather for a waunderlust for the unknown.

If we cannot possess it neither can we concoct it, it must then ultimately be it's elusiveness rather than it's actual experience that really matters. The actual experience of it is almost neglible if we have constant access to it isn't it.

Therefore the journey of it becomes in itself is an elusion isn't it. The idea of this "lust" for satisfaction then therefore cannot be measured by how much or how many but rather in it's ability to match the bodily experience with the actual work done isn't it.

Hence by extension, coming back again, we could potentially recreate this satisfaction simply by tweaking either side of the coin isn't. And how then- would a puppet feel that he/she is nothing more than a "puppet"? Once again this satisfaction however fortitious the person doing it feels while so, is nothing more than a sham. How then would you feel explaining to a child that Santa Claus does not exist. But really how would then the child knows that Santa Claus does not exist- will it crush him/her- no, I do not think so, but rather it is then the process of growing up isn't it.

When the child grows up, will he/she tell the same story to his/her children-probably yes- even if he/she knows it is untrue. Why- we think children knows any better. We think since we cannot be satisfied, we must satisfy our kids.

How far do we wish to concoct this myth for everyone to consume- is ultimately why the truth however bitter it seems, seems all the more sweeter. It finally explains why one is a hamster running a treadmill rather than really one really running around. The hamster realises that the cage it lives in is not a paradise filled with mountains and trees pasted around it's cage but really it is just a wallpaper.

It finally makes one realise that the contrived nature of their construction of reality- was made with intentions by someone else rather than a result of it's genuine expended somatically experienced labour or effort. Suddenly it makes everyone realise that the truth must ultimately be sweeter. Otherwise, why the secret?

If life is one big race- what if I told everyone sorry, you have always been running on the treadmill, you were not moving, the pictures were.

How then were the mere satisfaction to actually running to somewhere quite desirable when really it really is just a wallpaper. How then would simply getting there or getting a souvenir be all the more satisfactory. Therefore the race continues always to the next desirable wallpaper- which is the carrot sitting right in front of you when you run.

Elusive wallpaper- suddenly doesn't seem so enticing after all isn't it.