I've never actually
been to Hollywood before, but I find
myself completely CAPTIV-ated by the place. Hollywood hills in particular
and the imaginations
I have of it. Whenever I think
about it, I go to a place in my mind that
seems magical somehow. I want to be there and live
there forever. It has an allure, an attraction that I can't quite place. Beautiful
people, houses, views, weather, pools, sprawling mansions on mountain tops. The
sexiest place in the
world.
It's the main home of many
hollywood stars
as it sits atop a mountain above the largest movie studios in the world, that
bring in billions and billions of dollars every year through producing
attractive things. They are in the business of making pictures
for people to like.
It's strange how I
can just so easily go into my imagination
and start creating my own alternate
reality. And I could do it for hours too. I saw myself looking
up where Oprah's home is, where Michael Jackson's house is, and in the process,
I start going down the road of looking
at actors and actresses and finding out about their juicy personal lives.
Mostly what I am gravitated towards is how they have issues and drug
problems. And you don't read about regular stuff, like how they took a dump and
saw some carrots in it. They are portrayed as 'special' people that don't poo,
because 'special' people are only beautiful
and talented or on the opposite end,
washed up with drug problems. I seem to get sucked in easily to stories where
beautiful and talented turn into a heroin addicts.
Such a juicy celebrity gossip
story.
Going back to 'the
hills' though, I see my own fascination with this apparently beautiful place
and trying to find and focus on 'the best of the best'. I was literally
searching around google earth, trying to pinpoint the absolute best houses with
the best views, almost as if to feed my imagination
and get closer there. Did it change my reality at
all? No, so then what did it do? Well, it made me ignore my own life. It made
my own life seem boring and actually a bit sad
and depressing.
So much greater to let my imagination
run wild. Except there's one problem. - I can't escape reality, and so by
allowing these imaginations
to continue I set myself up for an even harder fall when I snap
back to reality. It tells me that feeding my imagination
is like taking a drug. Somehow its producing these 'feelings' within myself
that are unsustainable and that will create consequences.
The interesting
thing is that not only will it create consequences within my own body, but will stretch to
my world reality. Because by being so consumed within fantasy
and then consumed with the consequences to myself within this fantasy, I
basically abdicate
my ability to make any sort of change
in this world as a whole. By being so wrapped up in myself, I am unable to see
beyond the veil, to what's behind the facade of Hollywood or the entire world
system that we live in today. There's obviously abuse
going on where people are being taken advantage of. All of these 'things' that
are somehow a 'thing' in reality like corruption, genocide, poverty,
hunger, human trafficking, war,
murder
are allowed
to exist and then I allow myself to basically tune it all out by going deep
into my HAPPY
world, where none of it exists.
Here's something you
can try at home? First go into Google and type in Hollywood. Let your imagination
go wild on the subject for 20 minutes. Imagine the stars and the lifestyles of
the rich and famous and all of the great things they get to do. Then stop. It
might be hard to do, but try your best. Then start searching world poverty and
try and let your imagination 'go wild' on that subject for 20 minutes. See how
long you last. I'm going to try it myself to see what happens, and if I can
actually do it. I'm interested to see what happens.
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