Escapism

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Nobody is lonely, no matter how much you pretend, this is an unconcealed truth. Under the disguise, we seek for the hour with self, but there are no such things as an ‘Hour with Self’.
Every hour that we spend on self, a mastery over escapism that we have acquired over the years.
Belonging is scary, it is a turmoil when left unattended.
The best way to run away is to acquire the art of escapism.
But there is a grim reality of this world, the fight that you fight these days is a lonesome fight. It is gruesome than the greatest wars of the world. The bloodshed of the history were heroic, some fighters were tagged as brave hearts, and they could fight with vigor because everything was at stake, the land, the territory, and the self-worth. There was no loss, if won, you would become a champion, if lost, and you become history. The wars are fought even today on the boundaries of the nation, but somehow they do not seem as heroic as what history has told us about the greatest battles of the world. There must be a rage of some sort, I wonder what ordinary citizens would have felt. There must have been a feeling of gratitude, a love for the fighters.
There must be an excitement, a fear and an enthusiasm to know if their saviors won the war, if their home would always remain home or if they would become a slave!
There was no middle ground, it was just a loss or a win.
The fight that we are fighting today is scariest, there is no bloodshed, but people die. You don’t need weapons, army or bomb. There are plenty of things in the air, available in abundance, with no limit, it has no shape, no size, and it is just there. It is perfect for mastering the art of escapism. All you do is sit, put your fingers and fight with thousands and lakhs of people around the world, not sitting with you but sits in your mind, talk, blabber and fill you with fear. This a single fight, but with thousands and lakhs sitting inside you. And let me tell you, there is nothing at stake, neither your territory nor your home. Everyone you are fighting with is either very or the saddest person. You have invited you into their world, to see if your world is worthy!
And why not, we fight this war? 
Escapism, if it is the only truth of the world, if that is what we are skilled at, then why not create a system of support, belongingness with the people around us.
I would blame globalization for this!
We have become globalized slaves, if you are the child of a poor country, then you are doomed to be an educated slave. But still there are few among us, if we have no consciousness, self-opinion, their survival rates are better! Rest of the conscious people are either too creative, juggling between the ‘I want my life to be creative’ or ‘Let my creativity die, let me a boss slave, let me achieve something that makes me a boss slave’!
How wonderful it is no know that child born in this decade, is predisposed with the escapist quality, I pity these toddlers and children.

Escapism, as you know tends to seek distraction and relief from unpleasant realities, especially by seeking entertainment or engaging in fantasy.

Then why not the child of this decade be born with this?
Because unpleasant realities are available in abundance, you don’t have to pay a price for this.
You are born with ambitions, but not yours!
Fantasy then become an only escape, we have a fantasy for love, romance, emotions, career! But these are just distractions, escapism. We don’t fight for home, we fight to escape, to be an ultimate escapist!!!
There are no belongings for each other, just an escape from unpleasant realities…












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