I’m not against rules.

I understand why boundaries are necessary.

Without order, there is chaos—

and not everyone knows what to do with freedom.

But I’m not blind either.

I see how rules can turn into ropes.

I see how truths are twisted into lies,

wrapped in pretty ribbons.

I see how people are led to make choices

that don’t serve them,

but benefit others.

I feel that we are being suppressed—

not with violence,

but with noise.

With exhaustion.

With guilt.

With a standard of perfection no one can ever reach.

With rules that say, “It’s for your own good,”

while I slowly lose myself.

I feel that the world is sick.

Not only with war and poverty,

but with the loss of humanity.

Of connection.

Of silence.

What holds me back most

is the fear that I’ll no longer belong

once I admit to all of this.

Because those who step out of line

are watched.

They’re asked, “Do you think you know better?”

And no—

I don’t know everything.

I don’t know what’s right.

But I do know what it’s not.

And that’s enough to start searching.

I choose honesty,

even if it makes me vulnerable.

I choose to feel,

even if it makes me soft in a hard world.

I choose clarity,

even if it means I can no longer ignore certain things.

I don’t want to stand above others.

I don’t want to fight to be right.

I just want to come home

to a world that is honest.

One where rules protect, not control.

Where truth may be uncomfortable,

but not distorted.

Where freedom walks hand in hand with responsibility.

And where love isn’t a luxury—

but the foundation.

I am awake.

Not better. Not wiser. Just awake.

And I choose to keep looking,

even when it hurts.

Because the only path toward a real world...

is the one where no one pretends to be someone they’re not.