~Theories

~World of wonder

Today I realized that the world is mad.

I know before I told you I thought the world didn't make sense and truth is it doesn't. The world is insane, just like us.

In the very beginning I asked if you've ever wondered why the world was round, why it even spun at all. I think I answered the question but I never really finished what I wanted to say. Or perhaps I did but now I had more to say than I had first realized... I don't know.

I don't think our world is normal, our reality isn't normal because it makes no sense. It may seem like it does, but I have come to realize that there may be a possibility that normal didn't exist at all. Not in our reality anyway.

I can't sit here and write a long explanation of what it means to be normal because truth is I do not know.
I don't even have any possible theories for you about normality. I just know normal is something our world is not, and won't ever be.

We're like dumb dogs who do dumb things without realizing we're doing so.

I heard the song Mad World by Gary Jules today on the radio. I first didn't understand the song, just saw it as a man who was dangerously sad because he lived in a very sad world.

But the lyrics fascinated me so I listened again. I realized that the man wasn't really sad at all just... burdened.

Burdened with knowing.

He had finally realized the endless circle reality really was. That our world was so crazy that characterizing it as normal would be insane.

The song spoke of the bitter truth that people refused to see. But I see, the man on the radio sees too.

I told you before that our reality runs in a circle, and it does. We're all lost souls, running since the day we are born but really for no reason at all.

We always say we don't have time, rushing to places in a hurry. But what I don't understand is why. Why rush at all, why run when really theres nowhere to run too? Why say you don't have time when you do? Time is something infinite, it doesn't stop when the lights go out, it doesn't stop when you've gone to sleep it doesn't stop, ever. It's something like a never ending stream that flows till forever has come and gone. Time is something so vast like the ocean, even if it did seem to fly past there was still more to fly too.

Time wasn't something that ended, it carried on. We as humans just made it into something it isn't, we made it seem like it was something brief. Something that was barely there for as long as a second and if you blinked too fast it would be gone.

We were always running, going places. But the truth is we weren't really going anyway at all, we still ran the unending circle we had created for ourselves. Still lived in madness without even realizing we were, maybe because we are just as mad.

In that part of the song when he says "The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had." At first I thought he just couldn't take it anymore and he had become depressed or something and wished death on himself. But no, as I listened I soon realized that this wasn't the case.

He just wished for an escape, and when he was dreaming he dreamed of death. And these weren't nightmares like you'd think them out to be but they were dreams. Because maybe death was the only escape. But he was sad yes, because its hard to deal with a world thats acted as though it were a cage, and us humans the prisoners. And the saddest part was we didn't even realized that we were wearing orange jumpsuits and that we were chained.