Living the life laid out for you by the status quo is like looking for the key under the lamppost because the light is better, even though you know it has been lost in the shadows. It is swimming only in the shallows, because staying afloat is easy; easier than a leap of faith into unknown depths when you have no idea whether you can swim.
Who can blame you? The steps are easy to follow. Go to school, get a degree, choose a career and contribute to society. Settle down, buy a house, build your winter wardrobe, whiten your teeth. Work out three times a week. Follow the plan instead of your dreams. Tick enough boxes and you might be happy.
But are you?
Here’s the truth. The only imperative of your existence is death. The only thing you have to do is one day take a final breath. What of the rest?
The rest is all your choice. You don’t have to work at all, least of all in a job that doesn’t fulfil you. You don’t have to live only on the weekends, dress to impress or go into debt. You do not have to stay with someone who is not your paramour, or stay in the city in which you were born. You don’t have to get rich or make it big or have a kid. You don’t have to be polite and you don’t have to live a lie.
The only thing you have to do is die.
If you’re not happy, what the fuck are you doing? If your life does not truly fill you with joy, torch it.
Burn it to the ground and start again. All you have are choices right up until your end.
