I started seeing this from a different perspective: if the people who’ve told me this were thinking of themselves and others like them as examples of fulfillment when referring to my potential, then am I friggin’ glad I fell off!
Wanna know why? Because I know for a fact most of them were miserable until the day they died. Well, not all of them are dead, but of those that died… you get it… My point, at least I’ve had some damned fine moments while doing it my way! I won’t regret the story I’ll leave behind.
It took me a long time to be comfortable with the fact that people hated me. I eventually learned that I had the courage to do things they wish they could have done with their time. Instead they worked themselves into a life of constant pain and misery.
Not understanding why I received so much hate was a mindfuck itself. At least now I know I can be proud of my past actions. They were able to target their insecurities. In my opinion, words alone could never reach that deep.
If I spent all my time reaching my potential, I would have never had time to experience life. I know I made the right choices when I look into those dead, judgemental eyes. All the bullshit words in world could never bring a light back into those eyes.
Oh, a lot of them are proper-dead in my case!:)) But, yes, automatons. That’s all they were. Working for the System is all that they knew, respecting the System is all that they knew, and supplication to the System was their only belief.
I started seeing this from a different perspective: if the people who’ve told me this were thinking of themselves and others like them as examples of fulfillment when referring to my potential, then am I friggin’ glad I fell off!
Wanna know why? Because I know for a fact most of them were miserable until the day they died. Well, not all of them are dead, but of those that died… you get it… My point, at least I’ve had some damned fine moments while doing it my way! I won’t regret the story I’ll leave behind.
They are definitely dead. On the inside.
It took me a long time to be comfortable with the fact that people hated me. I eventually learned that I had the courage to do things they wish they could have done with their time. Instead they worked themselves into a life of constant pain and misery.
Not understanding why I received so much hate was a mindfuck itself. At least now I know I can be proud of my past actions. They were able to target their insecurities. In my opinion, words alone could never reach that deep.
If I spent all my time reaching my potential, I would have never had time to experience life. I know I made the right choices when I look into those dead, judgemental eyes. All the bullshit words in world could never bring a light back into those eyes.
Oh, a lot of them are proper-dead in my case!:)) But, yes, automatons. That’s all they were. Working for the System is all that they knew, respecting the System is all that they knew, and supplication to the System was their only belief.