Erroneous Notions

ERRONEOUS NOTIONS


Every day, we assume. We assume things about life, people, and the future—erroneous notions that sometimes stretch far beyond reality. I walk a path, hoping to reach the "posh life" I dream of. We all want to live in that comfort, that ideal.  


But society, with its rules and expectations, hangs over us like a shadow. It molds us, confines us, and whispers doubts: You’re not enough. You’ll never make it. These voices create agony within me, a silent suffering I carry inside.  


Still, we chase goals. We set our sights on destinations we think will bring us happiness, success, and fulfillment. Yet, the truth oftendefies our plans. And so, I ask myself: What’s the point? 


The answer, I think, lies in doing what excites us. What sparks a fire within.  


I’ve come here, to this place of thought and reflection, and I wonder: What am I made of? Ideas, beliefs, values—all shaped by others. Who decided these ideas? Who built this framework I’m expected to follow?  


Why do I believe what I believe?  


Perhaps it’s because we think these ideas, these constructs, are necessary for survival. But are they? Or are they just a cage we willingly enter?

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