Self-Reflection

I guess when you become obedient about the things you allow to transpire in you and your life, just living and following the rules; uncomplaining and uncompromising, there’s this brewing sense of rebellion growing within you. You are good. But you’ll realize you’ve never lived your life to the fullest but you have already paid it in full. Worst, you know you’re settling but are too frightened to do otherwise. Then, you regret yourself so much you’d rather wish you weren’t born at all. Loneliness, after all, is self-inflicted. Yet you still live, walk the earth, smile like three hyenas in the movie Lion King in auto-tune; an empty vessel bound for shipwreck.