Who am I? No seriously, who the fuck am I? I struggle every day to not seem insane, to not seem crazy, sometimes it's like I've gone back to being a mere baby, but see, a baby and its gestures are known to the society, so then I shall dub that as the wrong analogy, for only the things not collectively taught or agreed upon, can make you seem like an insane individual.
Most of the people I meet are all caught in the stories, fairy tales, some happily ever afters, some living nightmares, and in that breath I understand why they call the opposite being "woke", because we've placed our "being" in sleep mode, and have totally taken on the full life of the persona, that character who was given a name at birth.
See nothing is wrong with where we are... No scrap that, everything is wrong with where we are, it's just that we've been led here by people who already understood what we long should've known. So they gave us stories and we took them as our own, but that's not where the sad part lies, it's the fact that we've cozied up in their arms and digested all of their lies, got burped and started to spread extended stories of our own, see now they've allowed me to use my analogy in a better way, for even as adults we are acting somewhat like babies today.
Thus commencing the submission process, giving cause to a revolution, but not the kind that comes to mind, first we have to fight a revolution against our personas, for they have taken over so much that no change can happen until individual changes do.
Somewhere along the line feeble things wouldnt exist, like comparing the vehicles we've been given to travel in, and by vehicles I do mean our bodies, whether it's committing suicide because you're overweight, or physically attacking someone because of their shade.
It goes way deeper, but if I continue then I myself would only be giving you my story to follow, so just give it a thought, who are you? When the question is directed to me, I'm still unsure of the answer, but I can tell you what I am not, and that's a mindless follower, a "zombie", a believer of your stories, I am not a quintessential of the personas you try to create, rather, label me crazy, label me insane.
By Paul B. Peddie.
Oct. 30th, 2017.
Oct. 30th, 2017.
