as of lately, my disenchantment for counterfeit people is overwhelming. those hiding behind that mask of ingenuity, confessing nothing resembling sincerity or veraciousness.
when we are children, we live and breathe the truth. the only restrictions we have are those placed on us by our parents, families, caretakers...we roam, mystified by the newness of life.
generally speaking, the older we get, that childish tendency for innate explorative truth is convoluted with lies. white lies. black lies. rainbow colored lies even. we are told certain things...things which end up defining who we think we should be. like the blacks and whites of life. the goods and the bads. the devils and the angels. the heavens and the hells. the rights and the wrongs. when we fall short of these unrealistic, maddening games we play with eachother...we can feel inadequate. so we get so accustomed to sugarcoating shit...to make it look pretty and desirable. before you know it, you forget what is real anymore. what is natural. what is the truth.
the realization that i have been caught in the middle of these cobwebs made up of rights and wrongs that have nestled themselves inside my mind...has made me aware. aware that theres no point in holding on to the spiders of the past. clearing my mind of all that has had such a firm grasp on me for so long is essential in moving forward. theres no sense in holding on to something that has no bearing on who i am. no bearing on who i am because...its all merely cobwebs upon cobwebs of secrecy and lies...figments of my imagination that have been manipulated and chiseled by someone else. so, i suppose the logical thing to do is have a good look around...at those boundaries that we tend to set for ourselves, that others have set for us...those restricting fence lines...and jump over. then the real exploration begins.
