He/she has always been there. Since the beginning. Since your beginning. To him, there was nothing before you, and there will be nothing after. A yawn in the chasm of time gave birth to the patchwork of your life and she is the thread that needles its way through everything. He watches you. Every lick of your lips, every flick of your feet, he knows. She steers you. All the decisions you digest, all the choices you chew, she dissects. You know this, and yet you let them control you. He would tell you you’re inseparable. She would tell you she is you. I am telling you they’re not. I am telling you, there is another way.
What if you could live a free life? Truly free, not just free of laws and countries, but free of inhibitions, of worries about the future? Would that not be bliss?
Take Jane here: she is sitting on the bus biting her nails. She’s biting them because she’s hungry and the hunger has awoken him. He whispers to her; he reminds her that she can’t have the freshly baked rye bread her husband made because she is on day three of her keto diet. She agrees. He’s watching and he always knows best.
Or look at Haku over there: he’s in physics class and the teacher has asked what the equation for Newton’s Second Law is. He knows the answer and is proud, but he doesn’t put up his hand. She spoke to him and kept him in check; it’s not cool to be a know-it-all. His pencil tap-taps on the desk, wood on wood, his agitation grows.
He judges you. The eternal judiciary on his grey throne. He interrogates; what if you’d worked harder in your first year of university? What if you’d asked that girl to dance with you at prom?
He has a list of all the things you could’ve been.
She lies to you. The neurotic storyteller weaving her web of deceit. She tells you; you didn’t have the right kind of brain for coding. You aren’t pretty enough for the man you have an office crush on, he’s out of your league. Life dealt you a bad hand, it just wasn’t meant to be.
She has a list of all the things you could never have been.
They tell you they’re here to help. But the original Big Brother doesn’t know who you really are. He shoves the weight of a thousand generations of societal expectations down your throat and expects you to thank him.
You can try and fight them, but they are the elder sibling. They will grab your wrist, turn your fist, and you’ll beat yourself to death before their very eyes. I’ve seen it. Not long ago now, Monique was let go from her job as a barista. She didn’t have enough money to keep her home heated and her mother became ill. He watched on from his ivory tower and told her it was her fault. She tried to resist him, tried to drown him in alcohol and drugs, but only slid further towards her own demise.
So if you cannot fight, how can you escape?
I am here to show you the alternative. A life of pure emotion. The dolphin glides through the brilliant, blue ocean and jumps for joy at the wide world before it. The slick water slides off its back like worries that fail to cling to it. It cares not for tomorrow. The hawk soars above its terrain, majestic and arrogant. The wind breathes life through its wings and its feathers flutter in the breeze. It gives a cry, and its bold certainty is carried to the ears of the meek. It cares not what others think.
You can be like them.
How, you ask?
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