This Atlas is putting down everyone else’s world and picking up his own. Before I fall under the weight, fall down forever.
Father, son, brother, husband, friend, stranger, employee… I’m done.
Done shelving my expectations and hopes and dreams to be the person everyone else needs me to be. Done fitting into the space everyone has carved out for me.
Done digging holes in the landscape of my mind to bury my dreams in.
Done wondering why unconditional love is demanded, but not reciprocated.
I’m tired of the dogma, the judgement, the guilt and the pain. Tired of living somebody else’s life.
This is a brave new world, a world in which other’s expectations of me are tossed aside and I live my life, instead of the life everyone else thinks I should.
I’m done propping up everyone else’s well-being at the expense of mine.
Let’s find out how unconditional unconditional is.
Don’t like it? Go away.