Enclosed within the deepest regions of oneself. What can we do to find our way to the outer plain? Brought up being taught to believe in one thing when your soul says something else. What does it take to remove the shackles around our brains and let go of the mechanics that have been instilled in us? How do we rewrite a program when we are the products of the environments that we are raised in? Crash your master computer, your brain. Take in so much that your mind has to push out the old to make room for the new. It works for some, but for many, they still reside in the realm which their upbringing has created for them. They have grown to accept it as a comfort zone. In all actuality, you can never know comfort until you explore things to find out what you are truly comfortable with. Resect your mind... Embrace your mind... Free your mind. Open yourself up to new beginnings. It helps in a world that has become too much to accept and way too much to try to change. Make a truth for yourself wherever you shall find it.
Reason for writing:
I woke up at 1:00 am to write this. Inspiration? It just needed to be written I guess.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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