We live in an era where reality no longer matters.
What Baudrillard despaired over with the desert of the real is no longer a barren land of false realities and crushed expectations. What is happening is a fusion of the real, the hyperreal, and a fiction of reality that one wants to create.
I suppose the thought is this:
If you don't like reality, create one that you find more palatable, but just make sure to acknowledge that it isn't what is really there. Even if it isn't the "truth," who cares, right? You can believe in a rose-colored existence, knowing that it's rose-colored but at least in that opium-riddled cloud of happiness, "harsh" reality will simply be easier to deal with.
Obviously it runs the gamut but if we're all living in the hyperreal anyway, why not create one that's fun and interesting?
I'm not sure if I agree with such thinking yet I find myself guilty of doing exactly that.
"Every cloud has a silver lining."
"Well if you look at it another way, it isn't so bad."
"At least it isn't......"
I mean obviously there's a fine line between optimism and having a false sense of reality but how fine of a line is it really?
Gah. Today my thoughts have been all over the place in a messy, illogical way. I might have to come back and fix this one.
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