there is a tendency to think that idealism is here to save the day, the irony is that idealism prevents the day from ever happening.
when we enter into our own narrative and begin peering back onto our own stories and begin measuring our experiences against the experiences of others, our idealism fades and depression enters and forces us to wrestle with our static existential state. we become shadows immersed in former things. a part-object (an idea referred to by freud and lacan) which is something that has the quality of being there, but not really being there and yet having the ability to sustain its own presence without the help of a memory. this part-object is a fragm.enta.tion of reality. the perverse ontology of idealism rests in the notion that we have to control everything about our story, and that if something falls apart that we have not only lost the illusion of control but that we have also surrendered to the social idea constructed behind the philosophy of failure.
if things don't work out the way we've planned then there must be something wrong with us and the way we're living our story. idealism paints us a reality that isn't real. it distorts us into believing that life is meant to be a serene journey where everything seems to work out okay. idealism is the blindness that bestows upon us an amnesia that we forgot we had by giving us something we never needed but always thought we should ask for. if things always worked out the way they were supposed to then we would be nothing more than overrated perverse versions of ourselves on display for the rest of the world to see. we would be the former mannequins of our present selves.
setting up utopia is a misnomer. why? because historically utopia by definition only exists in novels, books and minds that were fed by those very novels and books. the perfect utopia lies in the imperfect dystopian experience. in a religious sense, faith finds its' salvation in doubt. truth finds itself in the (kierkegaardian) untruth. light is made light in the dark. utopia impedes us from entering the light. it sustains the dark under the illusionary guise of light.
if everything is perfect, than nothing is perfect.
perfection is something that gives us meaning and purpose. we have taken the idea off the shelf and paid an ungodly price for such a philosophy that has only found its existence in the part-object category. perfection only exists because we want it to exist. because we think we need to exist or that without it we would be depressed, despondant and weak human beings without a purpose. but the opposite is true.
if imperfection is what we strive for then we must become perfect at that.
not perfect in the traditional sense, but rather perfect as defined by some ancient jewish nomads who defined perfection as evolving. life doesn't happen in a vacuum, it happens everyday of the week. life doesn't happen only when we're looking it also occurs when we least expect it. but if we are searching for our very own versions of shangri-la then we will inherently measure what we have been made to believe life should be by these apparitions of false perfection that should have never haunted us in the first place.
fighting for dystopia doesn't mean we become inactive miscreants who do nothing to make the world a better place. that would be idealism in its fullest form. in fact, idealism is the laziest philosophy alive or half-dead. fighting for dystopia also doesn't mean we look for opportunities to make the world a
worse place than some might believe it is. what it does mean is we become counter-cultural to all of the systems that represent some sort of hierarchical, tribal, colonial, capitalistic, de-socialized states that seem to paint the picture that everything is okay the way it is. the television even with all of its many lies, contain an echo of truth and whisper to us that all is not well in the land of Oz.
the emerald city must fall for us to see what lies beyond it.
there is more to life than the perfect life. this is why hollywood is the new Oz that must fall. the cinematic promise of an eternally ontological orgasmic rapture destroys the reality that lies beyond the matrix. hollywood choose the paints before they go on the palette and paint us a partial picture of reality and invite us into a pristine pseudo-reality that tastes and believes like the real world but photoshops all of the tragedy that we need to remind us why we're alive.
tragedy in life is not the enemy, the denial of any tragedy is the most gruesome form of tragedy. hollywood must fall so we can get back to real life. i am not saying movies, actors and actresses need to quit and find something else better to do, although that might help the quality of movies this doesn't deal with the realities life. the cinematic experience must convert itself into a dialectical materialist, one that causes space for dialogue that rest in the notion that tension is needed to sustain our humanity.
that to be better humans means we must continually be willing to wrestle with our pain, but not see pain as a bad thing or even a monster we atempt to hide away in our closets, but rather something we peer into the face of and directly embrace, question, emotionalize and sometimes even abandon for the sake of a greater good that lies beyond the
pain and tragedy.