Honestly, we make shit so damn boring by worrying too much about what others think of us...
By letting the fear of judgement win and choosing polished fasades over being real people,
with real lives and real stories, so much valuable nuances is lost. It all just becomes so one-dimensional.
Like books with only pretty covers. - But then they aren't really books anymore, are they?
What is a human being without all its natural layers?
Personally I will take real, weird and «too much» over «perfect» and boring every damn day.
Authenticity is the most beautiful thing in the world, and we can never get enough of it
- especially in this day in age with all the carefully calculated «instagram perfection»
and excessive «politically correctness» blooming everywhere.
So many tend to forget that perfection is only an illusion - but deep down we all know it...
So who are we really kidding?
Hard truth is we have more than enough time to be boring one-dimensional fucks when we're dead.
Death is non-negotiable and permanent. Life is only temporary freedom.
As of now you still have the opportunity to choose you, and fully do you - for you.
Do it!
The rest will align.
