Does it happen with you that at certain points in life your mind starts playing games with you?
After you’ve fallen, after you’ve tasted the ash.
It consoles you by altering the perception of reality.
The course has never been worth the fight. The fight has never been worth the preoccupation.
And it changes the course in the blink of an eye. Because it knows you too well. It controls you. It manipulates you. You’re a hurt slave and the master knows just how to appease you. Not too much so you may break out of its slavery, but just enough to keep you going. Just enough to keep you addicted and humbled before it.
And you cannot break free. Because you need it. Because you’re the bird that won’t fly out of the cage. Because you’re the bird that has convinced itself that the life in cage is what you need.
Painting by L Wright
How will you break free now?
How will you keep yourself from quitting?