overthrow reality

My lovely aunt sent me the following celestial prediction the other day and it rang so true:

I am, however, participating in a movement to overthrow reality -- or rather, the sour and crippled mass hallucination that is mistakenly called "reality." This crusade requires no guns or political agitation, but is instead waged by the forces of the liberated imagination using words, music, and images to counteract those who paralyze and deaden the imagination. I invite you to join us. You're entering a phase when you may feel an almost ecstatic longing to free yourself from the delusions that constitute the fake "reality."

I’ve returned from a Technicolor world to a reality so grey it looks monochrome and with such a dull sound I feel deaf. Not inspired to write or create, I realize that the routine and activities inherent to ‘regular’ life are designed to muzzle. You are convinced you need a job to purchase things to make you happy. But these things don’t. And the job you need to purchase them doesn’t either. As resolutions don’t always happen on New Years, and don’t always work when you try to change immediately, I’m going to try to make a lifestyle change. I want to get the fuck out. This involves saving copious amounts of money. So I’m going to do my best, and work for the dream. I’ve also applied for random jobs around the world, including Afghanistan. Something has to change, and I’m going to work to change it – because I need to free myself before I no longer want to be myself in this ‘reality’.