The bullshit society says about personality mattering, being yourself mattering, and unconditional love existing are damaging to those looking to become a part of society while being ignorant of how the world works. You can’t really believe that strangers will see your true colours and judge that over your weight, your outfit, your wealth? You really think people, on a day-to-day basis, retain the same social media perpetuated “wokeness” and avoid having split-second judgements of you? Society runs on bias and discrimination and pushes anyone down who doesn’t meet the invisible fucking standards.
Hey, girl, you wanna be perfect? You want the whole world to love you, you want the boys to love you, the girls to love you, make tons of money, and have a killer appearance? You wanna make everyone you see walk away in awe of your ethereal presence? See how long you can make that last until you realize that Jane loves the way you butter your toast, and James wants to kill you for it. Wait until the popular kid A. wants you to wear shorts, and Popular kid B. wants you to wear jeans, and if you don’t please both of them, you’ll be a social outcast. Wait until you’re asked to meet conflicting demands and forced to choose who you value more. Wait until you lose your morals to afford school, wait until your two options are either death or getting away. Trying to fucking please everyone for your entire life leaves you with no people to rely on. It leaves you looking for an escape. In any way possible. It leaves you feeling like staying would be equivalent to death itself, but only worse somehow. So suddenly the concrete floor steadily growing closer towards you seems like a relief and escape from a painful existence. When imagining any other life brings dullness and colourlessness you mind; acting the exact same way every day, and never losing those residue anxieties of never being good enough or pretty enough.
Sometimes to bring about strong change, you need to make a big sacrifice. This sacrifice challenges you, tests your limits, and forces you to experience mental havoc. You have to decide how much your goal means to you before you can accomplish it. When that goal grows to overshadow all present happiness and sense of contentment with life, you become smaller than it. Your existence takes the backseat in terms of priority. You have to claw your way up to the goal, and if you don’t you’ll fall back down. And keep falling until you reach the ground. Until you reach the gates of hell because you sold your soul in the process. But you knew that it was success or nothing. Never was there a possibility for failure; that has no significance in the physical world, but instead in that of the spirits. In our world, though, failure will never come. And that’s kind of reassuring.
