Fool or Pull?

I can’t remember the last time I was fooled as it seems everyday. I wake up each day just to be fooled again and again. In Philosophy 101 I was taught not to trust my senses, maybe I should stick with it.

I live now all because of hope, hope that one day my family would be together again. That one day, I can hear my kid say “wakey wakey Daddy” each time she tries to wake me up. Each day I come home shouting “Hunny I’m home” only to hear echoes of myself shouting back at me as if saying “Hey moron, you’re all alone!” Each day I go out expecting to meet friends, but all there is, is nothing but crowd.
Every single day I’m being met by lies after lies. But I still cling to all the hope I could possibly offer myself with. It’s the only thing now that keeps me from shutting the doors to the reality of the world.
Sometimes it’s better to believe in movies than what is happening all around you. At least we know before paying for the ticket or inserting that cheap pirated DVD that what you will be shown is nothing but a glimpse of what men perceive of his world or what the world should be or ought to be. In the world of movies, I picture myself as Neo of the Matrix Trilogy, convincing myself that this is not me but only a representation of me, and the real me is somewhere out there playing with his joystick controlling my every move. Sometimes I’m V from the movie V for Vendetta, saying “You cannot kill an idea!” after being shot by bullets after bullets of lies. Sometimes, I feel like Forrest Gump, eating all the chocolates of life’s pandora’s box. The definition of myself is nowhere to be found.

Why am I still here? What’s my purpose? Very well, “Life” must go on and let the petals of my life slowly fall and wither away as it seems no one really can answer these questions but me and thy Creator. For now, I must be ready to be fooled again and pull myself together keeping it from going the other way.