Hypocrisy
I know the trap, I can see the trap and I jump in it. The Hoax that they use, is so strong.
Even after knowing, the reality of everything, of big brands and giants, I still buy happiness from them.
Do I really get happiness from my clothes, phone, fake social intimacy, smoking, drinking, and reading fiction?
We talk about equality and smoke a cigarette.
Curse poverty, and hold an iPhone.
Drink coffee, and do meditation.
Donate to the poor, and shop at Zara.
We curse the world that we have chosen. Not directly, but in other ways, The manipulated, subconsciously blind ways.
Each and everything, that is surrounded by me, bites me into the shame of being a hypocrite. Realizing how I had choked my beliefs and indoctrinated the preconditioned notions.
How timely and precisely sedations have been placed in front of me from the very start, that I have never had the choice to sit back and see that all of it, each part of it just a hoax.
Genuineness or Counterfeit individuals, all playing the same game to achieve the same thing. The one who pretends well at the cost of everything, wins.
