Synonymous with The Indirect Reality.
When my mind is addicted to the experiences or imaginations of others, whether it be thru the TV, computer, phone, newspaper or radio, I live a Second-Hand Reality. I’m in the backseat of life always living someone else’s journey because it gives me a certain satisfaction on a daily basis. Also, when I’m not piggybacking their past or the products of their imagination (which is still made of past), I’m stuck on my own past or imagination, repeatedly drawing on desirable sensation on the one end, then having to pause and pay for it on the other end when reality has its way with me. Therefore, the truth is that I am spending my life living in either a foreign or older reality, and not in the present or active reality. I’m attached to escaping my first-hand direct reality because unreality, or indirect reality, is where I feel the love.
By obsessively striving to achieve the ideals of others, or constantly reconstructing the events or imaginations put together by them, I live second-hand as much as I can while my first-hand experience grinds to a halt.
Earlier in my life, my attention was fixated everywhere except under or around my feet. Several narratives derived from a number of sources, people both dead and alive, gave me a homely feel, and I lived there instead, even though it was all many miles away from my reality. You see, home is where the mind is… until someone has to pay for it. So it wasn’t long before these stories I picked up merged into something larger, and a more powerful role naturally overrode my REAL-ality setting altogether, giving me a false sense of what was actually in front of me.
Of course, we need outside influences and many stories to build ourselves up in life. Also, for means of entertainment and to escape life every now and then. But there comes a point when too much influence will hurt, as I should know since I ended up living across and tripping over multiple realities — thereby hurting the active-reality or first-hand reality which is the basis of my existence.
What was really in front was a definite mismatch from what was on my screen upstairs due to the filters of my imagination.
Therefore, a lifestyle of bad decisions, ignorance and arrogance resulted in a reality barely held together. I wanted to get my act together along the way, but I was led astray by a powerful commentary which kept feeding on the many signals flying about in my vicinity, i.e., TV, Internet, Phone, etc. I wanted to blend or duplicate these greater perceived realities into the front seat of my life for once and take charge, but I couldn’t get it to happen. Instead, I deteriorated while thinking that I was getting closer to my success.
The dominant influence of my intense Second-Hand Reality meant that my Active-Reality suffered, and I lost my power to achieve anything worthwhile.