We’re All Just Puppets On Strings
Lost In The Algorithms — Odyssey # 47
“Live a fucking interesting life,” that’s the motto I’ve been living by, shedding the superficial to stand raw and real. What you see is what you get, baby.
Journaling on Carl Sandburg’s spectral advice, I’m pushed toward solitude, introspection, and the haunting dance with time’s shadow. Life blurs between the tangible and the digital, a realm where we’re visible yet invisible to ourselves, adorned in societal masks and self-crafted illusions.
Our screens feast on our hours, smudging the line between reality and the digital masquerade. We crave to be seen, yet we’re often strangers to ourselves, masked by societal norms and self-spun tales.
Reflecting on my poems in “Mosaic Of A Broken Heart,” I’m reminded of the silent stories we live, dictated by external voices, losing pieces of ourselves in the pursuit of others’ approval. And so the real journey is about cutting the puppeteer’s strings to uncover and embrace the chaotic, beautiful, authentic essence of our being.
But how do you cut the strings?
That’s your call… but remember, the stage is yours, the script is unwritten, and life, well, it’s a fucking ride once you’re free.
GK
