The algorithm of life will entice with power. They entice with visions of grandeur and good hoods ect. But when you try to just live a normal life, you’re not allowed to exist. When you try to grow, you’re pulled from the floor like a weed. The world defines some as a weeds because they don’t fit in. Likely they smoke it, 😂 ironic really.
I personally have decided to stand against the world, not because I’m a hell raiser, but out of the fact that it’s the only solid I get in a world that keeps me under its foot for decades.
This world wants me to live a normal life when I am actually far from normal. They try to mold me, press me into shapes I was never meant to take. They tell me what I should want, what I should be, where I should go. They try to convince me that if I just follow their script, everything will fall into place. But I’ve seen through that illusion. I’ve walked through the cracks in their perfect little scam system, and I know, normal was never meant for me.
There came a time for me when I just refused to continue playing any game of life, I felt like I was targeted for erasure when that didn’t happen I felt like everything in my world was pointing at me being the disruptive one. The Defiant One. A weed that must be pulled from the garden. But I’ve come to understand that weeds only exist because someone decided what belonged and what didn’t. In the wild garden, the weeds produce some of the most beautiful flowers in the right season.
A dandelion can be pulled from the ground a hundred times, but its roots remain. It still grows back. It still finds a way to bloom, whether anyone wants it to or not. That is the truth of existence it is beyond control, beyond approval, beyond definitions.
Wildflowers and so-called weeds are some of nature’s most powerful healers, yet they’re dismissed and destroyed. Dandelions, thistles, and plantains, once essential remedies, are now treated as pests. Meanwhile, mankind has razed rainforests, cutting down untapped gold mines of medicine before understanding their worth. The real value isn’t in what’s built over nature but in what has always grown freely.
I do not stand against the world to dominate. I do not seek to rule anyone but my own self or to impose my will. I stand firm because it is the only option left when everything else is trying to force me/society down. I stand because I refuse to disappear.
And yet, despite it all, I am still here. Still growing. Still breathing. Still beyond reach.
