People often seem to enjoy
living in
delusion.
Deep in their souls,
they know they live
unauthentic lives.
Yet
following society's rules seems
easier,
more imperative,
than following their own hearts.
How many people out there are genuinely happy?
How many detest their existence,
like I did
Wishing they were
strong enough
to follow their feelings
instead of following the flock?
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 10:45 AM UTC
People often seem to enjoy
living in
delusion.
Deep in their souls,
they know they live
unauthentic lives.
Yet
following society's rules seems
easier,
more imperative,
than following their own hearts.
How many people out there are genuinely happy?
How many detest their existence,
like I did
Wishing they were
strong enough
to follow their feelings
instead of following the flock?
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