A Higher Prison

This is me Jose Flores trying to prove not only to myself but to you all that we are living in a prison. Any great philosophers will argue the vastness of free will, whether we have it or not has been the cause of discussion since the Aristotle ages. However I not only argue that we do not have freewill but even farther than that, I’d argue that we are stuck in a prison of fate. Any person you talk to will let you hear their thoughts, their passions bleed out and their eyes get wide with excitement, we have all become our thoughts and most rational people never question this. However today I will create a doubt within yourself. Most people who suffer from depression also suffer from invasive thoughts. These thoughts are everything, these thoughts create the person, they persuade the being, they control you even if you are oblivious to it. My argument now is that these thoughts ARE the prison. Most people you talk to are willing to admit that their thoughts run their lives, they are almost aware that they are not in control but there’s never a full comprehension of this, mostly because accepting that you are merely a passenger creates a bit of despair and existentialism. I say to you now that this consciousness is a sickness which I have suffered from for far too long, however this same sickness has led me to the most beautiful realizations not only about myself but about humanity as well.
So now I must dive head first into this. We are prisoners of fate, this life has been lived infinitely and each time it has been the same, to live the life of Jose Flores means only a prison sentence of however long Jose Flores shall live, for even these thoughts I write now I have written a million times before. I think it’s always been a fear of mine to accept this all as a prison yet it has lingered in the back of my head for as long as I can remember. Now, my friends, I seek to prove this, I’d like you to just listen to your thoughts, they might go quiet when you focus your attention to them but as they resurface just simply watch and listen. Watch as they ramble, as they argue with themselves but more than anything my friend, notice how you are listening to these thoughts as if you were listening to my words, notice how these thoughts speak and act for themselves, notice your insignificance to the motion of these thoughts but more than anything I’d like you to think, who then is the person who listens to these thoughts?
This is the right question to ponder on.
Now I must talk about dreams, lately I’ve been having dreams which accurately show the coming days, almost identical, like if I already know what will happen next, almost as if I’m rewatching a movie. How can one have dreams of the future which are so accurate?
Place your attention to time, my friend, the past and the future are nothing but more thoughts to indulge in, and all that is real is the timeless moment which we call the present, a moment which eludes all time. So now to go back to my argument I say to you this, all these lives are but mere simulations suspended in a timeless moment, the here and now is a mere purgatory, we go nowhere, we are in limbo. Now as you read this I’d like you to consider what you are and what you have done to have your soul trapped in this body of irrational thoughts. Prisoners of a fate which has existed for all of time, this life is only a mirage which we cling to for sanity. We are stuck here, dying here, clawing at the night here, I realize my fate and see how horrible I truly am. I will end in a place that is bathed in darkness and I will be alone, the most maddening solitude which I have always belonged to, I will end and then I will start again and everything will come back to me, every little thing will again repeat, the circle continues spinning and we sit back and watch it unfold.