i hate the constant tired minds, stuck in the existentially mediocre mundane, who tire endlessly to keep things the same
i hate being perceived by those minds, which force me towards that utterly absurd "life is just a waiting room for death" attitude
i don't want to be defined by the minds of those around me, i don't want to be stuck in the sadness like them.
i want to be free, i want to be me, i want to live my life in truth
when they see me, they will either hate or love me, and i'll know that the hate comes from a deep fear rooted in themselves of having the keys to their own freedom, yet being too afraid to be courageous enough to free themselves, and that the love comes from a kindness towards themselves.
otherwise, what is life? we're just going to be tossed in this meatgrinder society, have all of the value extracted out of us, with certain expectations of who we are supposed to be, and die ultimately alone because we never knew anyone who understood anything but the struggles they're overwhelmed with, and then we cope with the ridiculous narcotics society keeps us enslaved with.
where is the true freedom to be found? in your heart