Nobody knows what's happening here
Nobody knows what is happening here, not truly anyhow; it's anyone's guess. I find it weird and hilarious - everything. You'll wake up this morning, get dressed, see your reflection and recognise some identity you've familiarized yourself with before carrying out your day; though somewhere within, you know it's all a hoax.
It's hard to take yourself seriously, and why should you when the self you perceive to be you has less to do with you and more to do with them? We limit ourselves like this; we believe ourselves to be whoever they say we are, overthrowing our minds with the presence of culture, binding our creativity and intelligence to a character, killing our imagination as we settle for a position in the collective reality as if we have nothing to offer. We work a dead-end job, cease our education, consume trash, and buy into the nonsense that we're too stupid or ill-equipped to not only question this magnificence - but to throw ourselves into the mystery of existence wholeheartedly.
Look, you are alive, you are the universe in the flesh. The known and unknown resides both within and around you. It's unreasonable to think you have nothing to offer, and should quietly remain somewhere in the system, giving yourself over to a braindead life as your eternal force - your energy is devoured. This is not to say you have to make something of yourself, as that’s just another game. What I’m suggesting is to remember that what we’re all experiencing right now isn’t owned by anyone, nor controlled or even slightly understood; so don’t give your mind over to others for their profit while you sit strapped to a chair, wired into a reality as you’re drugged by the belief that all there is to your life is a nine-to-five grind and TV dinner nights.