How strange it is that we are born into this fucking madness without ever choosing it. We are given a name we never asked for, placed inside systems and rules we had no part in creating, and expected to spend most of our waking lives simply trying not to fall behind.
Meanwhile, the universe stretches out almost infinitely around us, yet here we are - confined to this narrow version of reality, forced to adapt to a world that was decided for us before we even arrived.
And those who cannot fit into this system are called broken, unstable, or mad - as if the system itself were perfectly sane. We are told that life is a gift, that we should be grateful, even when existence often feels less like freedom and more like an obligation we never agreed to.
