Now is the time!
Why attach your feelings to a world, to a society,
to a system created before,
for you?
See, isnt it just always round and round and round and round and
up
and
down and
down and
down, and
left and right
good :) and bad :(
moment by moment?
Like a roller coaster moving faster and faster with the more weight it takes,
you will only and always feel, sick,
like somethings missing, perhaps dissapointed even when feeling happy.
Yes, cause you know whats coming.
Wake up even though its hard.
Listen. Please.
The place you must live is within yourself cause that is where you make the rules
and always make the calls of who you want to be and how you want to feel.
Now more than ever, it is the time to take controll of your own future by unsubscribing from the past layed out before you
and followed oh so blindly by all but a few strong willed.
The sad truth is the system that is supposed to support you,
the one of many,
does actually not care for you.
All it wants is your cyclical distress, the perpetual motion needed to keep itself alive, forever.
So dont stay and force lobotimization upon your brain, see no way, yet somehow have a life of pain.
Run, my friend! Run! Run far away to your place of innocence, to the end of the universe that youve come to know so well and
j
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m
p
off the edge without haste, because only then will your true spirit release, express, and let you go
anywhere
within your newfound imagination and openess of all things life
and honest, authentic spirts of true kind.
Now is the time to make a change,
Now is the time to look at the slow death and struggle of your being,
by the side-effect of the habits you developed to get by
straight in their eyes.
Now is the time to go right down in that pit in your stomach, heart, and mind, and say to the hurt
"you've had more than your share of time, nor you, nor even I can fight the balance of fate, now is my time, NOW IS MY TIME!".
Do it, now, or it will pass you by,
that peaceful feeling deep inside waiting for you to choose to truly take care yourself,
and to fly so god damn high,
like you've never known,
all the way to heaven,
without ever having
to die.
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