Remember, the things that make you happy,
Don't have to make sense to anyone else.
That dream, as ludicrous as it seems,
Doesn't have to make sense to anyone else.
The world is a better place,
Once you make sense of it.
Once you put yourself into it.
So whatever you may feel, please accept it.
Don't apologize for it, because its real.
Even if you'll look like a martyr,
At least you made sense of it.
You faithful fool.
Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 8:17 PM UTC
Remember, the things that make you happy,
Don't have to make sense to anyone else.
That dream, as ludicrous as it seems,
Doesn't have to make sense to anyone else.
The world is a better place,
Once you make sense of it.
Once you put yourself into it.
So whatever you may feel, please accept it.
Don't apologize for it, because its real.
Even if you'll look like a martyr,
At least you made sense of it.
You faithful fool.
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