The holy week is supposed to be a time for reflection. But for an escapist like me, I am terrified of introspections and the epiphanies that they bring. Now I am happy, everything is rosy. Except for the occassional health issues, I like things the way they are.
You see, there is a danger of noticing things upon closer inspection. The painted backdrop. The artificial lighting that brightens everything and gives you that warm feeling. The rickety fan and its gentle breeze. The price tags on the plastic florae from SM. Subdued background music to enhance the magic.
But realizations have a way of creeping up on me. Perhaps I created this "reality"? Maybe I'll find traces of paint under my fingernails, SM purchases in my credit card bill, the same playlist in my iPod. And if I do, will these prove that everything is an illusion, or that we are actually in control of our happiness and destinies?
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