Eyes Open

What if one day,

you woke up to realize that all the plans, the big decisions, the money invested, the time spent and the effort put in…

Was thrown to chance all along?

Not a blind man, but a man who sees haze through the veil only to take it off, and the fog dissipates,

as if it never was.

And the land becomes so clear. What’s important. What’s real and what’s not. What makes the world tick and what exists to feed your vanity.

Maturity finally takes naivete by the throat and strangles it and shakes it violently until it falls by the wayside, it’s face bloated, bruised, vomited and completely,

destroyed. Maturity pounding it down for the first time and the veil pulled back, and the fog dissipates

And the land becomes so clear.

What if one day, you woke up to this? Would you press on,

or accept a smaller role for yourself? I wonder.

What kind of nightmare would that be?

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