Reach into the box of expectations, desperate and uncertain. Withdraw from it an extravagant mask, shielding your eyes from the harsh lights of rationale and variation overhead. Look around; a stage. How curious. It’s as if one were putting on a play of pseudo reality in which the plot never varies and stays oblivious to the world outside the curtain walls. You can see the other actors all share identical masks, all striving for the same role. It is like a school of fish, trying so hard to follow this concept of independence and individuality that it soon loses its meaning.
There is an ignorance to acknowledge this false sense of uniqueness.
Expectations.
Society has expectations for what is considered individualistic and creative. It is no longer decided by the individual, rather the crudeness of the group.
Forcing our minds to heed to the demands of others, we now strive to appeal to the standards not set by one’s self. We live our lives claiming to be pursuing personal goals, but in reality we live for someone else. Afraid of being cast outside of the group, isolated and neglected, we wear the identical masks and repeat the same verses.
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