There are a lot of things that are puzzling us. Nobody is like you, nothing is like you imagined. Maybe you tried so hard to belong, to be a part of this world, maybe you always attributed your feeling lonely here to your own flaws, drugged yourself, ignored, refused. You accepted to be a black sheep with one side, you always wanted to be understood with one side. Could we have reached the end of this chaos?
Could we have reached the end of this "heavy illusion" world where the mediocrity, the dictator of the righteous, the perception of the "truth" coming out of a single lathe, everybody knows everything and the "truths" are piling up? Now, can every soul stop being ashamed for being itself and celebrate its existence to the fullest?
Can anyone now be the eternal expressionist of their own reality?
Can the disaster cursors, those who do not believe in magic, who cause fear and anxiety while drooling in their own drama, be buried in the soil gradually?
Can our age begin? Can our thoughts, ideas, and lives that are judged as childish, naive, stupid, impossible, dreamy, distant from the truth constitute the new reality?
Could the world be a paradise for those who remember themselves and feel enthusiasm for their experiences, who do not even need to think of judgments, who enjoy being in it with the awareness that you can clearly share every state, who are playing the game, who do not need the presence of falsehood in any way, and who share their treasure with each other endlessly?
Because I'm so bored. I was tired of this world experience devoid of imagination, love, possibilities and magic. The liars, the mentality that equates lies with "truth" Those who seek and seek treason behind everything. It is their frightened false heroism that introduces their concerns as the real world. I was bored with the mediocrity of the human mind. I did not come out of a single lathe! Nobody came out, I cannot accept being cut and chipped in the same sawmill. Do you do?
Yes, it is very difficult not to be the same, you may be unloved, left alone, judged a lot and humiliated a lot. You may feel betrayed, your faith, and most of all, your self-belief may weaken and you may come to the point of giving up. You may come to the point where you can yield to heed and be involved in those worry sellers, you may feel empty inside, you may start to find life meaningless. And maybe one day you will start believing that it really is the same as everyone else and become convinced that life is a dull interval without magic. You can give up everything and let yourself go with the flow, leave the fire inside to drown in your ashes.
But still there remains a grain that does not give up. Hold on to that junk! That speck is your truth, my truth, the truth of the world, of all magic!
Nothing else. Nothing but him.
Do you see? Everything they know right, dictate, believe, kill and die for. It changes one by one. Everything they hold on, everything you hold on to.
Do you dare to cling to what is inside?
Do you dare to hug what is yours?
It's easy to get lost in the crowd and become a fist together for a single dream.
Can you lift your fist for your truth, for your own bit, for what you are? Do you stand behind yourself with all your being, even if no one comes after you?
We call it courage!
This is how man confronts himself!
Do you have the power to stand behind yourself?
If yes, we set out, singing the song of our own world...
Greetings to those who hear, understand, and share.
