The needful part

    I’ve come to my senses that, no matter what we do, people will see it, but will look only for what they want to, so, it’s needless to prove them who you really are, what you can do, how far you can go.

    Still, I wonder what the matter with playing the roles people want us so is, once when telling them exactly what they wanna hear and showing them exactly what they wanna see is just an excuse to wear the mask they also do. It’s pointless to recriminate who is making the same sins as you, isn’t it? That’s why I love that sentence, “takes one to know one”.

    When wandering around, like misguided ghosts gadding headed to nowhere, we can prove ourselves it’s not about knowing right from wrong: it’s about being on both sides of the fence, wearing the mask you’ll be made sure to and being happy, when no one else can see what they’ve always looked at.

    I keep lying to myself, saying I can’t get enough of pretending and faking, but, to be real, I have no idea of what makes me sadder, whether pretending to be happy whereas lying only to myself or not being able to let go of this fakeness.

    And I keep smiling at people as much as I get aware of where I’m getting into, sure about what’s making me happier, which is acknowledging that the deeper I get, the deeper I wanna dig, the more buried I wanna be, and the crazier I get. And that’s the needful part.