Locked in reality

Reality is often disappointing, similar mundane days, the same weather patterns, the same conversation patterns, essentially the same day continues to repeat itself over and over and over and over again. I don’t know If I am comforted by it or if it is the one thing that is driving me crazy. I would not say I get bored because I do have something to do, I just dislike doing what I am meant to a lot of the time. That doesn’t mean I will not do it; I would just simply prefer not to. I expect you to understand here, but I know it does not make sense. Yet is that not how everything works in this world entirely?

We are understanding of the actions people around us take, yet we never actually understand or can make sense of why they choose to do this. In our subconscious, we may have created a reason with no backing, yet we never actually understand someone outside ourselves. Only the parts of us that we see in them. Because at the end of the day the only person we know is ourselves. At least most times. So, in reality, is everyone just disconnected? I certainly do not hope so. Now it feels as if it's beginning to come true. The disconnection is so real, yet none of us has ever chosen to notice it. It comes up yet, we ignore it.

Walking down the street seems almost unreal since you realise that everyone, exchanges looks with you, and we never know what they take away from that look. If you walk for long enough everyone that passes by starts looking the same. Since everyone around me, looks the same my reactions to everything around me start to become the same as everything else. And that is what makes all my reactions have no meaning at all. The repetitiveness of this monotony makes it feel like nothing is there at all since it all just slowly through repetition becomes unnoticeable to me.

It is almost like being a boxer, with each fight the punch to the face feels less and less hard, until eventually, we get used to the punches. The pain is still there, it is simply that we are now tuned to take it. And since we can take it, nothing stops it from coming at us. Now I am not saying that living in the mundane reality is like being punched repeatedly, the latter would not be half as draining. So why don’t we just break out of it? Can we break out of it? Or has it simply just locked us in?