the thing about life

life is too unpredictable to be complacent, and too beautiful to have to waste time burying regrets. we often wander around wearing masks that cloak our personalities, and speak in tongues that betray our authentic opinions. we settle for less because we want to please strangers and acquaintances, and cater to the envy, spite, gas-lighting of wisdom givers who take the form of loved ones.

we forget the tranquillity that can be found in the simplest of things, and try to simplify the complexity needed to thrive and grow as individuals. we shun away self-preservation, and instead trade it for the decay negativity does to our souls, and appear to be content mulling about what could be, instead of being fearless and letting ourselves trip, fall and hurt, because to hell with it – at least we now have the answers to our ruminating thoughts.

i love you isn’t said quite enough because to feel is to be vulnerable. and realising when to abandon sinking ships is a sin, because we’ll be damned to eternal judgement if we dare love ourselves enough to cut ties with toxicity. but to forgive and forgive and see the good in everyone, despite the horrendous streak of red flags they carry, is turned into a burden, for it’s exploited and turned into a weakness by others.

to want to stray from what’s social norm, and find happiness elsewhere is to be an outcast. we restrict ourselves by categorising our dreams into either reality or fantasy, and then burn ourselves out chasing things aimlessly to prove others wrong, rather than to gain self-satisfaction.

we reap what we sow, but what we sow doesn’t feed our hunger or quench the thirst we have, because we have failed to listen to what we truly desire in life. our mind is operating on the system flexed to us on social media, our heart is beating to what our environment is telling us to prosper on, and our soul has been cleansed by the baptising of mainstream education that neglects to teach us the basics about humanity.

but it’s not too late to be your own identity. to manipulate the words thrown at you, and create your own voice to strike a chord against the millions of people out there. you owe it to yourself to die having fulfilled your ambitions.

life is too short to loan it out to others on a contract, and sign away your identity to corporate monsters. life is too beautiful to not live every day making a memory that fills you with warmth.

the thing about life is that it’s too unpredictable to be complacent about it. some will be blessed to live longer than others, but the fact still remains, we will all touch base with our deathbed at one point or another. and wouldn’t it be a beautiful thing, to be able to reflect and celebrate the life that blossomed out of you, rather than mourn all the regrets of dreams that got suffocated by the hands of others, whilst you remained a prisoner caged inside the fake persona you engineered for yourself?