Life is a mind game.
It is yet another ordinary day, but something keeps stirring his mind rigorously. A story pops up in his head. He could not recall the name of it. What’s the name of the antagonist? What’s this particular story?
He can barely articulate the storyline. Yet he remembers the fragments of the last scenes in the story. For instance he still knows this quote word by word……
“Sometimes they threaten you with something – something you can’t stand up to, can’t even think about. And then you say, ‘Don’t do it to me, do it to somebody else, do it to so-and-so.’ And perhaps you might pretend, afterwards, that it was only a trick and that you just said it to make them stop and didn’t really mean it. But that isn’t true. At the time when it happens you do mean it. You think there’s no other way of saving yourself, and you’re quite ready to save yourself that way. You want it to happen to the other person. You don’t give a damn what they suffer. All you care about is yourself.”
What this quote means does not bother him. Or we should say it should not bother him at all. Why should he be bothered?
Life is a love letter to Big Brother.
He has been bombarded with headlines for too long. His mental state grows so numb that he could not function in his right mind. He goes on living with his mind paralyzed. There he goes. He is bound to be a loser in this game.
But it is morally wrong to think this way. No one is ever a loser in this game. Naturally Big Brother has the upper hand from the beginning.
Why? Only if you raise this question in your heart or in your mind or in your soul, you still need a redeemer.
On that day of salvation, when you fully understand the truth of this game, you will know it
is all right. Everything was and is all right. The struggle has finished. You have won the
victory over yourself. You love Big Brother.
(inspired by George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four)