We're in this li(f)e together

This one's about a teeny weeny existential crisis so bear with me.

If form has no meaning at all, then why are we stuck here in this downward spiral of life, inside a well we cannot climb out of no matter how hard we try, something like the angels falling except there is no landing here( sit tight, I might make sense later on or maybe not).

We're running in the same circles, chasing the same dreams-not exactly similar but we hope and pine for the same outcome- success. Since the time we can practically form a thought of our own, we are fed this recipe or concoction with success being the end dish, except this isn't an all-you-can-eat buffet. 

Life happens, we work our way up, some do the hard work, for some the smart work suffices and voila you've "made it", victory kisses your feet the world looks at you with pride(some with utter envy- human nature), then what?

What happens next?

The same 9 to 5s ( or whatever flexible system of working hours corporate's bringing in to fool the next generation), the same deadlines, new projects, never-ending to-do lists (almost like filling water bottles, only the moment you think you're done is when someone empties a bottle and you're stuck filling it over and over again).

You'll be climbing the stairs of heaven, except these stairs are of a fancy MNC you either work at or own (or maybe there are no stairs, high-end elevators have replaced them all. Enjoy your ride in those capsule elevators creepily similar to medications we'd all be hooked on at some point).

I don't want to scare you, just laying a fun observation.

But we seem quite happy about it, why wouldn't we?

Life's on earth's quite small, it starts and it ends at least physically we're here for a brief moment, all u do is blink, get all your degrees, work most of your life, climb the pyramid of human physiological needs, jump from one end to other, get awards( a lifetime achievement at some point) and you're done.

To conclude( although I don't think I'll ever be able to make my point) I'm jealous of all these artists, the ones who seem to have figured it all, the one's before us who understood the 

true meaning of life- if there is even one.

There is no right or wrong, but there is the truth or no truth at all, the ultimate reality is -a lie.

What we see isn't the truth at all, we've been lied to and this lie is passing on like some generational wealth( except no one fights over it like our uncles for 

a piece of land).

It's the same old existential dread maybe, just some pointless scrambling, or what if this is when I'm truly awake, my brain lets my subconscious take the wheel and before I can arrive at my destination it's autopilot all over again. Tomorrow will come and I'll be on my 7:41am local to college, ticking off my to-do lists, would be hypocritical to say I ain't chasing those same 'dreams.'

Queen( the band not the one in Buckingham, RIP) were right when they said- 

"I want to break free- I got to break free"

Free from these paths we've created( read goals), will we forever be a bunch of coffee-drinking individuals, running from train to train, the deadline to another, "living" only on weekends, drinking the same beer, planning vacations we'd never take( bold of me to say, the only place I live, love, laugh is on my bed) and "make it" someday with plenty of money in our bank accounts and high-end sneakers on our shelves (which our kids won't wear once we are gone because ugly uggs boots have taken over). Feeling validated only when an app buzzes after we post a picture, trying to look effortless on Instagram while putting the MOST effort( never thought an app on a screen could make you feel such a way) 

will that be "making it?"

Tomorrow will come and all this will mean just some absurd thoughts and stay up on this blog, living in some corner of the internet, 

but ever wonder what's it really like being free?

or what does it even mean to be free?

or is freedom an abstract concept?