Isn’t it crazy

how you can go your whole life thinking you’re a certain person

only to realise that those were all labels given to you by society

mere descriptions of a character you came here to play

a role you mistook for being who you truly are?

 

Isn’t it crazy

how you can convince yourself that you’re the one in control

only to realise that control is nothing but an illusion

a fear-based construct that serves to keep you confined

safely limited within the four walls of your own making?

 

Isn’t it crazy

how you can let all of your experiences as a child

bury themself so deep inside of your subconscious

that they dictate the depth and quality of your future

holding you back from discovering your true potential?

 

Isn’t it crazy

how you can convince yourself that you have all the time in the world

that death is a concept that doesn’t yet apply to you

giving you the excuse you need to put off actually living?

 

Isn’t it crazy

how you can live your entire life

based on what people think of you and how you think they see you

only to realise that true happiness can never be found in their hands

but rather, that it was inside of you this whole time?

 

Isn’t it crazy

to think that maybe,

none of this is crazy at all?

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