author of reality

now i know what mid life crisis does to a person.
could not quite understand how a person who is so intelligent, so rich, so brilliant and so well respected in the dpt could be so utterly resigned to the very cause that he believes in.
well, I think it is true to a certain extent we fashion our own narratives

- how we define a meaningful life, how to escape life, how to live in an imaginary life that is simply an extension of what we make ourselves to 'think' that that is the way it should be -

passion fuels that narrative for a moment
but the gnashing of time devours the poetry that was conjured
for the sound mind to live in its own narrative

still I insist to believe in my narrative,
not quite a lie yet,
but maybe an imagined reality
well, not many things we take for granted are really real anyway

maybe insistence is pure foolishness
the state of the mind that belongs to the less informed
but maybe there is something honorable in foolishness

no one gives a fool any credibility
but that gives the fool the space to define the real narrative for himself
he stays away from the ill advice of others,
who think that they have escaped from their narratives
but maybe they are prisoners of their own minds?