I’m sorry… but it’s the truth. How many times have you heard that? Or maybe even said it yourself, followed by something that felt a little too raw, a little too real for polite conversation. Well, buckle up, because here’s another dose.
Look around. What are people chasing? The latest gadget? The fanciest car? A promotion in a job that leaves them drained and uninspired? Superficial things. Shiny distractions from the whispers inside, the ones telling them they’re meant for more, meant for something else. Are we all just running? Running from ourselves, running from the very dreams that flicker in the quiet corners of our minds?
We trade our precious time, our very lives, for paper. Paper that, let’s be honest, holds no intrinsic value. It’s a construct, a societal agreement. We slave away in 9-to-5s, not because it ignites our souls, but because it buys us comfort. But who decided that comfort, in this specific, often soul-crushing form, was the ultimate goal? Who put the value on this paper? Who set these societal standards that feel more like invisible chains? Who decided what is “normal” anyway? I believe in structure, yes, but a structure built on something real, something that nourishes the spirit, not just the illusion of security. Our current foundation feels… superficial. Built on a base that constantly leaves us wanting more, yet terrified to reach for it.
I know, I’m not normal. I don’t process things the way “normal” people do. Maybe you don’t either. Maybe that’s why you’re still reading.
And it struck me: why do we hold back? Why do we bury the passions that set our hearts ablaze? Why do we swallow the words that desperately need to be said? Why do we dim our own light to fit into someone else’s version of normal? This is about The image we project versus the messy, vibrant truth within. Why do we not follow our dreams, those fragile yearnings that whisper of a different, more authentic existence? Why do we not live, truly live, authentically?
Think about it. The only absolute certainty in this life is the inevitable end. We don’t get a warning label with an expiration date. It could be tomorrow. It could be decades from now. But the clock is always ticking. So, with this one wild, precious life, why are we so damn afraid? Afraid of judgment? Afraid of failure? Afraid of the unknown? Or is it something deeper? Are we afraid of our own potential, of the brilliant, untamed beings we might become if we dared to break free?
These aren’t just questions floating in the ether. They’re questions I wrestle with, questions I see reflected in the world around me. And I have a feeling, deep down, they’re questions you’ve asked yourself too.
So, let’s be honest with ourselves, shall we? What are you running from? What dream are you keeping locked away? What truth are you afraid to speak? And more importantly, what are you going to do about it? The clock is ticking. What are you waiting for?
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