Life is not about standing out, it should be, but it’s not. It’s about following a goat path and doing what millions of people do.
The ones that stand out, the misfits, are the ones who are tagged as insane. Lunatics, moon struck and what not. These being are far from what they are perceived as.
Life strikes in ways unexplained and unexpected. You choose a path to walk upon. A path ethical, righteous and the one that causes no pain to anyone. You take life as it comes and make something of it for you.
The extremities of life are not defined when you are living the everyday life. The stigmas appear whilst you go through phases of deterioration and diagramed enigma.
You lose yourself and you work as hard as possible to make it better for everyone. The ones you love, cherish and care about, are the ones you churn your mind the most for.
The sanctity is defined in your mind, the brain works and notifies you every step of the way, on what is to come and what are you doing.
But what if every derivation of your life, every step, every single day, minute and second of your life just halts on an audit, a summation and a judgement by an extremist jury?
What if your whole life is defined by segments and packets of “unconditional fortitude”, that the other beings don’t even comprehend?
A story not authenticated, isn’t true! Is that it?
The unconditional unraveling of your own being, to cherish and cuddle a life not your own, may sometimes poison and rot the whole system that your own life is based on.
Challenging the sanctity of your being, to the level that every bit of your being seems to evaporate and dissolve with a sting that never subsides.
“The ones I engraved, the ones I taught, are the ones telling me “how” and are selling what I sought”
Unwinding, untangling the lives that came to you as strangers, you adapted, you adopted and you cared for, are the ones pointing fingers and peddling your stream to the point where even mirrors reflect lunacy.
Sanity dictates that your drift away from the ones who perceive your humbleness, your care and your understanding for your weakness, but the heart dictates another story.
How long, how well, the insanity might dictate a sane mind, to keep on churning itself to be objective is a thought that dissolves the sanctity of your being.