Sets off nice and easy.
Nothing but the best.
Only a very few little bumps to help you grow and develop.
But then it changes or rather you change. You get the ability to see. See how things really are. No filter. Just the brute reality of how things are and have always been.
You don’t know what to make of it. Because this was not what you were expecting. So you long after the dream world which you were brought into. The illusion. As time passes you seek ways to get a momentarily relief from the brute reality. You most likely to become an addict one day to one of does ways of yours. Before you know it you wake up from that addiction. So much time has passed. You can’t go back now. This was not what you wanted. You just wanted a temporally relief until you could find a permanent one.
But instead you got side tracked, crossed the bridge and burned it behind you.
The grief of your actions creates this heavy blanket which is wrapped around you keeping you down. Pushing you to continue on the path you’ve accidently chosen.
You don’t see it like it’s your fault. You were forced right? You couldn’t do it differently right? It wasn’t your fault right?! Sob.
The truth is hard to comprehend.
Breaks most of us.
The hard reality is that you were dealt a hand like the rest of us. You just chose not to use it.
When you choose not to play.
This game called life will play it for you.
It did.
Goodbye.
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