𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝓉.

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

because

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