Imaginary friends

We seek our worth from digital strangers via a piece of plastic and hope that imaginary friends will like us and make us feel happy.

The insanity of the unconscious human race and its individual and collective ego-driven behaviour is reaching a zenith.

As with everything in the universe, there has to be in balance, like nature, the Yin and Yang, and as we reach more unconsciousness at the same time there is a huge conscious awakening happening

All things are temporary including our imaginary friends.

Stuff, who needs that shit?

Possession aren’t the route to happiness.

They are the way to burden and suffering. We attach ourselves to them and then we suffer and fear the loss of them.

Our ego uses them as a weapon of superiority.

We can step away from this burden at any point. It’s a choice we can all make. We can unlearn the conditioning of the consumer society.

Joy is a choice, it is the path, the route. It comes from our very essence and soul. However, it is clouded when we seek happiness from the external world.

When we allow joy to flow we realise there is no need to accumulate possessions. It is a never ending route to suffering within, as whatever we accumulate there can bc always be more or someone who has bigger or better stuff. We become dissatisfied in search for happiness in the hollowness of materials.