we were born that way
we were built this way
we are wired that way
we are programmed this way
a few lines of escape, some satisfactory relief,
a temporary pill
that pulls us away from the mirror,
the society, and the real us.
ignorance is bliss they say.
but what good is ignorance
about who you actually are
not the one who you portray on the stage of life
but the one who peeps from behind the curtain-fall
there's a thin line between the bad and the good
and the that my friend is ignorance, the crossing line.
you are bad to your good self,
you are missing out on the canvas hanging at the end of the gallery, your mind, on which your whole life has been painted.
don't lose the chance to find about yourself
there's a reason why we are different
there's a reason there are infinite color shades in the world
there's a reason
why you are a masterpiece
why you are the embodiment of art itself