Been going on and on throughout a journey of happiness with ups and downs, struggles and all that jazz.
Last year, my ego went down to zero ubiquitously because of social order. Full stop. It's that basic with a hint of madness to it. I utterly disguise myself in the dark and feel like running around in infinite circles without any escape. In this world full of masked people, I am one of them. I no longer seem to define genuine from the rabble; oh, how I wish I could turn back the chronometer and obstruct the limitless possibilities I own.
I drive myself crazy because I cannot escape the gravity of this world.
There is a certain way of seeing chattels and that is limited by the straight line foremost your conscious. I wonder whether there is actually no right or wrong and simple is the manner you go all the way. I wonder whether us, the mortals are keeping ourselves from objectifying our lifespan. The magic within ourselves is like yin and yang; illusions chained to the rhythm of our infinite souls.
Realization has it that what is keeping us from pursuing dreams might actually not only be ourselves' fault. Just think about the moment you were in your mother's womb. You can't, right? Because it's a fact, told to you by your mother. Same goes with education. You are told from the very young age that certain things are right and others wrong. We grow up believing in them as if they were priceless. Some fade away whilst some remain portrayed subconsciously as if it were a spell. This creates our charisma and is definitely molded with the passing of time and the people we surround ourselves with. Our psyche remains stable until a certain point in our caducity when it abruptly turns a different angle. At that very moment, you lapse; and it can perceive from one minute to a whole year or even more. It renders within tempo whether it's becoming allegro or adagio, it's completely stagnant, like the flowing of water.
What comes next is only yourself to decide. Do not mind me going on with meaningless criteria over your head. After all, it's completely up to you whether you like it or not. And I must interact with counter-projections of your futuristic ideas! Oh, but do please follow the directions offered by your most possessed zest!
All in all, straight-forwarding it into a predicament and impeccable ideal would be to counterfeit the principles of life, the foundation of society. Young spirit that you are, might be able to figure out the charms of simplicity. advised by your inner-élan vital.
Cheers,
R.
Last year, my ego went down to zero ubiquitously because of social order. Full stop. It's that basic with a hint of madness to it. I utterly disguise myself in the dark and feel like running around in infinite circles without any escape. In this world full of masked people, I am one of them. I no longer seem to define genuine from the rabble; oh, how I wish I could turn back the chronometer and obstruct the limitless possibilities I own.
I drive myself crazy because I cannot escape the gravity of this world.
There is a certain way of seeing chattels and that is limited by the straight line foremost your conscious. I wonder whether there is actually no right or wrong and simple is the manner you go all the way. I wonder whether us, the mortals are keeping ourselves from objectifying our lifespan. The magic within ourselves is like yin and yang; illusions chained to the rhythm of our infinite souls.
Realization has it that what is keeping us from pursuing dreams might actually not only be ourselves' fault. Just think about the moment you were in your mother's womb. You can't, right? Because it's a fact, told to you by your mother. Same goes with education. You are told from the very young age that certain things are right and others wrong. We grow up believing in them as if they were priceless. Some fade away whilst some remain portrayed subconsciously as if it were a spell. This creates our charisma and is definitely molded with the passing of time and the people we surround ourselves with. Our psyche remains stable until a certain point in our caducity when it abruptly turns a different angle. At that very moment, you lapse; and it can perceive from one minute to a whole year or even more. It renders within tempo whether it's becoming allegro or adagio, it's completely stagnant, like the flowing of water.
What comes next is only yourself to decide. Do not mind me going on with meaningless criteria over your head. After all, it's completely up to you whether you like it or not. And I must interact with counter-projections of your futuristic ideas! Oh, but do please follow the directions offered by your most possessed zest!
All in all, straight-forwarding it into a predicament and impeccable ideal would be to counterfeit the principles of life, the foundation of society. Young spirit that you are, might be able to figure out the charms of simplicity. advised by your inner-élan vital.
Cheers,
R.