LIFE … seen as a concentration camp: philosophical & spiritual essays

And all looks a lot with a … nice concentration camp.

Today … i see unhappiness everywhere.

At poor people … but also at people that have all what they ever wanted.

All look like prisoners into a weird prison … generated mainly by their thoughts.

Unhappiness… is not depression.

No…

Hell no …

This unhappiness i am talking about… is simple the result of the fact that happiness is not there.

Is not such a big suffer …. but people are conscious that life is not what they really wanted.

They simple are alive … and have a life.

And … it’s ridiculous that many have all they ever dreamed … but they still carry on their faces that ugly mask of … unhappiness.

I look at all those people around myself … but also at my own life … and i realise that it all looks like … we live in a reality looking more like a … concentration camp.

But this is a place … where we actually have all we ever wanted … except the fact that we had became … prisoners.

…. Of circumstances …. of connections with people we don’t really like … of lots of other things we can’t really accept into our lives.

Of course … we are in better position than the ones … suffering of depression… which are in fact living in realities … similar with the real prisons … but still we can’t express our wildness side.

We are not allowed to do it.

We simple have to respect lots of rules … that are ruing our chances to be happy.

This ugly concentration camp … drives us crazy … but we can’t get out from there.

And it looks like … we will most probably remained trapped in there … forever.

There is no real way out.

So … we don’t really live in a prison … but we are still prisoners … into a weird place … so similar with a concentration camp … except the fact that we have all we ever desired.

The paradox itself is that the Universe allowed us as all we wanted to become real … except the fact that we probably forgot to ask for the most important thing … happiness.

So … dominated by unhappiness… life keeps going … with no real hope …that something will really change.

We remain … there … not realising that being happy or unhappy can actually be a simple decision …

Or maybe i should say … staying in that concentration camp … or leaving is just a decision.