people leave their personality behind; lock that shit up in the closet and, like an old faded t-shirt, never wear it again. and if they do, they wear it as an undergarment, with the new "fresh" mindset on top so everyone can see it. it's scary how if for some reason you grow some nuts and take that freshness off, and show that old faded t-shirt again, people will stare at you with perplexed eyes wondering what the fuck drove you to do that. they will examine it; every wrinkle, and every faded line. and in an act of bold hypocrisy, they will criticize you.
mind you, they all have the same t-shirt somewhere at home.
I've noticed that the smallest disturbance can set the social bomb to tick-tick. And that the first tick leads to a second, third, fourth, and then, eventually a boom. the sad thing is that the boom isn't singular, it's followed by other consecutive explosions - and like an unbreakable chain, it follows your trail. leaving irreparable marks wherever you step.
We spend our whole lives getting good at the trade - bomb technicians we are.
but what we don't get is that after you do something for so long, you start becoming more and more like it. and so, your own inner tick starts.
you begin to self-destruct the minute you try to become like everyone else, the moment you lose your sense of self, and become the common.
Why are we so scared of breaking lose from social conformity?
why are we scared to become uncommon?
why are we scared of being creative?
The creative is the place where no one else has ever been. You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you'll discover will be wonderful. What you'll discover is yourself.don't forget that shit. be yourself.
