So yeah let’s take a moment to appreciate we are all insane. And insanity is beautiful! Ok…
People who associate those with mental illness as”weird” “lazy” or “psychotic” are completely ignorant. There is so much pressure in this world to be “happy”. Happiness like sadness is just a feeling or emotion. Even people who are happy and confident are described as “arrogant”. No matter where we are at in life, we’re always going to feel un satisfied if we give into these presumptions about life and how we should be. Being sad can be just as beautiful as being happy…we are alive, we are aware of our emotions and at the end of each day all we need is our own reassurance that we will be okay. Despite the self-doubt and pessimism we might see ourselves trapped in, there is always room for change. We are human beings and we all see the world differently, but no matter where we are in the world we all have one thing in common, we are alive.
Everything that keeps me together is falling apart,
I’ve got this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over
It all begins with a thought, episode or idea. Something that triggers every emotion that you feel inside. The worst part is trying to explain a feeling of emptiness to someone else; you don’t want to be irrational. You want to be more, say more, think more, be more intelligent and offer more. You get excited to try new things and set goals for yourself yet something sets you back so easily. It’s a vicious cycle. It is easy to pull yourself out yet so easy to get caught back in the current. It’s funny to think that a thought or an action can be so significant. Does it really matter?