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            I saw a dark academia social media post recently on how humans

                  are  obsessed with escapism, which is when we divert our

              consciousness to  another reality - one that is not our reality. It

              could be argued that we take  any chance we get to jump into

                 another life, a world where we can be free  of that sense of
 - SHALINI SIBY,
 - SHALINI SIB Y ,

 BPSY, YEAR 1
 BPSY , Y EAR  1  identity that haunts us so. We see it in how we drown  ourselves in
          the books, movies, art and music the human orb has amassed  over

            the centuries. We see it in the elaborate daydreams and fantasies

          we  can’t seem to let go of. These are more of the good things in life

           though.  We can also see it in how people attempt to cut their lives

            short, with a  knife or a noose. In how they turn to pills and drinks

            and smoke to become  part of the haze. Tone it down a little, and

            we can still see it all around us. In teenagers who binge eat when

              they feel overwhelmed. In those who pick fights all day to feel


               nothing but the pain. In almost dysfunctional cases of  sexual

            masochism where the abuse beats out any possibility of holding

                                        onto a healthy sense of self.

             Why do we feel this fervent and almost frantic need to escape?

             Renowned  psychologist and father of psychoanalysis, Sigmund

            Freud, says that  humans cannot survive on the gratification their

                  limited existence offers.  We need more narratives, more

            constructs, more meaning. We simply  need more than what our

                                              reality can give us.


           It makes you wonder, maybe our souls were just not made for this

           world.  Maybe, we’re supposed to be floating among the stars and

          gazing down on whoever else was supposed to take our place here

           on Earth. Or perhaps,  we become who we are meant to be in our

          escapes and our real lives are  just a painful distraction that we are


                                                   chained to.





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