I woke up this morning to a radio program from Taiwan, discussing about the movie Inception.
In the discussion, radio show host and the assistants mentioned the connection of life, dream and illusion.
Life is a dream, an illusion. All the people, sights, things, scenes are part of the dream/ illusion you create. The way people acts are somewhat a projection or reflection of how you want yourself or other people to be, ideally. The way things happen are somewhat a projection or reflection of how you want the world to be, ideally.
The person you meet who is a professional dancer, is because you know you probably won’t have the chance in your lifetime to be like them but you wish you could.
The person you meet who is a total hardcore party boy, is because you wish you could party 24/7 but for some reason you just don’t have the energy.
The person you meet who is a total macho man, is because you wish you could be like that but that will never happen.
The person you meet who has an extremely dark personality, is because despite everyone has their dark side, yours is not comparable to theirs.
They are somewhat like guinea pigs. You don’t have to BE like them but at least you’ll get a sense of how does it feel to be that particular person, cause they do everything for you, they experiment everything for you so that you don’t have to take the risks and face aftermaths.
Because Life is a dream, an illusion, there’s really no such thing as death. You create those people in your dream, your illusion. But these people have heart, blood and soul, they have feelings. When they feel it’s enough and there’s nothing much they can do more to reflect what you’ll like to be, they walk out from your dream, your illusion, and step into others instead.
This afternoon, the news of a performer had his brief life span in gay adult entertainment industry is found dead has broke out. The suicide act was probably from his dark personality, darker than everyone has, darker than everyone could imagine. He is a reflection of what happens if we get to the same level of darkness.
He’s not dead. He just left.
He’s just tired of being your reflection, my projection. He’s just tired of hanging around in your dream, my illusion.
He simply left and go to someone else, to reflect on something else.
