Some days, it hits you like a glitch in the matrix.
You’re playing a video game, building a virtual life, earning money, raising kids, working nine to five…
And then it strikes you, Wait. Isn’t this what I’m doing in real life too?
What if all of this, jobs, money, power, success, is just one massive simulation we’ve all blindly agreed to?
What if the real world isn’t in these glass towers or glittering bank accounts,
but in the trees we cut down, the oceans we pollute,
the animals we silence?
Because here’s the thing, this planet was never ours alone.
We live as if we’re the protagonists of Earth’s story,
but we’re just one species among millions.
We build cities where once forests breathed.
We pave over wild meadows and call it development.
We lock animals in cages and call it entertainment.
We fish the seas till they’re empty, then we wonder why the climate cries.
And the wildest part?
We were one of the last species to arrive.
The Earth spun for billions of years before we ever existed,
and in just a blink of time, look what selfishness has done.
We crowned ourselves kings of a kingdom we barely understand,
writing destruction into every chapter we touch.
All for what?
To own things?
To have more?
To win a game that no one even remembers signing up for?
The eagle doesn’t hoard skies,
the dolphin doesn’t mortgage the ocean,
the lion doesn’t need a job title to feel proud.
But we,
we’ve mistaken survival for superiority.
We’ve forgotten that we’re animals too, just more clothed,
and maybe more confused.
We destroy ecosystems like we’re not part of them.
We poison rivers like we don’t drink from them.
We treat animals like background characters in a play where we’re the stars.
But this isn’t a play,
it’s life,
and we’re writing extinction into the script every single day.
So what are we?
What are we here for?
To consume?
To conquer?
Or… to coexist?
Maybe we were never meant to climb corporate ladders,
but trees.
Maybe we weren’t made to dominate,
but to dance barefoot in the soil with every living thing that breathes the same air.
Maybe the simulation ends
when we start living for life itself,
not the illusion of it.