Those are the rules of the game. That's what everyone told me when it came to money, success or beauty. Yes, yes, beauty is next to money and success.(very weird). It's okay, just pretend to be someone else, play that game with them. Pretend it doesn't hurt, just smile.
And I smile...(my favorite mask)
Maybe that's why my loved ones still don't understand sometimes when I joke and when I cry...
And I cry a lot. Tears just flow inside to somehow quench my thirst. No, not the soul... Perhaps the justice of this world...
I won't "open one's veins," as I like to say, when I'm trying to get the obvious things out. Obvious things that we used to "overlook." It's been useless for a long time. It has always been useless, though. I just fed myself the hopes that I was making a difference.
Nothing can change unless it wants to.
An open soul doesn't lead to an opening under a mask. Never.
We'll just keep playing the game. Only on different sides of the barricades. The rest of us die...(alive) People who can't be seen from under the clothes of the successful players of this world. No one is interested in intelligence, sincerity and tons of text. There are beautiful influencers, 240 characters and a badass bow on a badass photo...
These masks will also be ripped off by these same fans when the game becomes boring. Fast content leads to quick conclusions(does it lead to anything at all?), fast life, fast money, and fast death. As soon as you notice yourself flipping through the feed every day, all day, you're already in the game!
Look, is this your life? Is this your game?
Even in the midst of a fucking daily routine, it's possible to be oneself for even a few seconds.(Is it possible?) That's enough to start with, if those seconds consist of losing something worthwhile for the sake of helping someone in need.
Ready to move a grandmother across the street, feed a homeless person, or give your last dollar while you get fired from your job?
To tell the truth when you know you're sure to be locked up tomorrow... (realities of Russia and Belarus right now)
And I put on that charming mask again... See how beautiful I am?(and very loyal...)
I'll stop as soon as I earn enough.(make enough) (Q).
How many times have I heard that. How many more times will I have to hear it...
Ever notice how wise people or old people are mostly silent? No words can change anything if there is a stone on the other side of the wall. You can only make it worse. And I did... The robot nodded back at me and went on with its business. Nothing changed. Everyone played their roles in a game that wasn't their own... I had to change myself.
No more resentment, no more lecturing, much less yelling. )(no, I'll leave the yelling alone🤪 Never again. At least no more yelling to be heard.
You can be heard just fine, my friend.
Whispers are often used to say important things. The most important things are usually kept quiet. Those who need it and are ready for it will hear it.
No, I'm still going to open veins. But to myself.
I'm old.
I've never had the feeling of middle age. From a lingering youth, I jumped straight into old age. 40 years old this year. Last year, I was 19.
Where have I been all this time?
Walking toward myself, playing these games with varying success. With different people, in different places, at different times. I'm a champion of pretending in the past. The Cup of Hypocrisy sits on my night table. This post is another attempt to get rid of those prizes of the past...
I don't know if it will work... But I'm going to try.
I recently met a second person at Hive that I read and want to read all the time. May it be that she stays here for a long time! This post was written under the inspiration of her recent writings.
Dear @nickydee, keep writing, it moves me forward! Keep just being, it will be enough already. And check out this Hive community! You might want to post here someday. Your lyrics are nothing but reflection!
Peace be with you all!(mask off)
All photos were taken by AI Hugging Face
