No doubt that some of us grow up with astral expectations placed on our shoulders.
And no doubt these astral expectations are placed with the right intentions, such as: for us to have a good life.
Yet, no doubt one day while running to meet these expectations of us; and growing past the hormonal mess and the glamour of our youth, some of us crash headfirst, at a fatal speed into a concrete wall of the highest quality. A blend of fatigue, reality and karma.
No doubt, we start to realize that the definition of a “Good life” is subjective, as we’re rising from our shallow graves.
And no doubt, life starts when one realizes that they’ve got to redesign an entire journey, after running a few imaginary ones towards mirages.
All from the lack of a proper foundation to build on in the first place.
The longer we return to the comfort of our cycles instead of tearing down the walls and tearing off the masks, the longer it takes to get up and start the new journey, based on convictions. Real convictions, held together with the mortar of painful experiences,
laced with our own dreams instead of someone else’s,
and coated with the hard steel of newly-found strength.
And no doubt this will mean something different to everyone that reads it.
And no doubt it will feel the same underneath all our masks.