I finally watched The Matrix and found everthing happening make sense

It was never hard to believe the existence of such a system that dominates my every waking moment.

Since all make sense, there is no need to mourn anything. They've been warning me of what's coming so many times even before my birth.

I have missed enormous amounts of signals and hints from then on, in which sense, they have always been so merciful to me over the past 24 years.

They use all means they can get to tell me what is reality and what is not, however, I chose to deceive myself and keep the self-entertainment going.

The problem lies with me eventually; it is my own ignorance, indulgence, and pride that have caused all of this.

Now I just hope that all is not too late.

Many things lose their meaning once you lay them bare, and the result of exposing them is often worse. They are well aware of this, it's just that I don't know.

The way you chose to perceive the reality is exactly the same one in which you shape it.

This world is both one and countless at the same time, and these two states coexist simultaneously; it's just that this mortal shell of human does not allow me to feel it.

In fact, these things are completely traceable; the problem lies in what to do once you've traced them. If you can't find a reliable solution, the only outcome is desperate madness.

It's like seeing a ghost in broad daylight while walking down the street—what can you do then? Shouting for help, will anyone believe you?

I can't blame no one; I can only blame myself for having such a sharp mind.

As I've always believed, knowledge, or wisdom, is both a blessing and a curse. Used well, things return to order; used poorly, world falls into chaos.

I am probably not the first to think this way, especially with the masterpieces of George Orwell and Aldous Huxley setting the precedent.

“How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, that has such people in it.”