The endlessly pleasingly dependent lives we have

In the name of?

The job we can’t quit

The freedom we can’t have

At the end of the day, to have what?

Where to search for liberty if we can’t find a way to live life on our terms

Who are we living as – ourselves or others?

When it gets hardest, where do we go?

What is more expensive – the maze or freedom?

Their derogatory remarks and the sudden glimpse into how they see the world can be terrifying enough to make you quietly distance yourself. For a moment, your perception fractures, you look at yourself in the mirror and wonder if you fall into the category they condemn.

It’s like a mind virus, spreading faster than a forest fire.