Wake Up.

What happens when we forget the things that used to bring us joy? The authentic quirks that are used to identify us as individuals. What are we to do when suddenly our once innocent delights turn sinister? A decaying of our mindsets.  Actually feeling our brains decompose and mesh with the rest of our rotten innards. In turn becoming a living corpse, something that masquerades as an everyday Joe…but hidden within, an empty shell. Dreading each day of the daily routine. Programmed to be alive, yet with no other guidance to tell us how to live. False enjoyments are set in place. Seducing us with whispering lies of happiness. Oh, what is to become of us? Living in a world of false pretences, grins, and barretts. Experiencing life at snails pace at the prime of our youth. Hope buried beneath grains of doubt. Doubting to ever live the way we were as children. Free-spirited and genuinely happy. Curious yet, naïve of what the world really entails for us. Just living in a time when our lives were the simplest. Why have we cheated ourselves out of the things we love to do most? Is it because we live in an idealized society where we deprive ourselves for the sake of being called a gentleman or a gentle woman? Are we just supposed to sit here idly and wait for our turn to shine when we have molded ourselves as one common entity? An empty shell waiting for years on end, just wasting time. For what? To wave at OUR moment as it passes by? What is it that we do that makes us so special? Let us pick up our scattered pieces of youth and figure out what it is that make us tick. It’s never too late to find out.