Laughs and Lobotomies

I come from a family who has accomplished Great Things – Ivy League graduates, olympians, CEO’s.

But underneath the polish there are deep insecurities.

Cruelty.

Obsession.

Because who would want to work so hard for things, and put forward so little effort to aid others?

I’ve been branded “insane”, “mentally ill”, what have you.

I’d argue that the definition of insanity is the state of someone you disagree with and wish to discredit.

It’s effective, isn’t it? Your new boyfriend wasn’t abusive, his ex is just “crazy”. Her trauma response was “irrational”.

Reality itself is a concept we all experience differently.

“Proof” is merely mutual agreement.

For how long did we think the Earth was flat?

How many naysayers were silenced?

Nothing is really real and this is all a dream.

Or it could be.

There’s no way to know.

All we can do is put as much beauty and kindness into the world as we can.

And I think that’s the meaning of life – to put more good things into the world than you take out of it.

And if disagreement means walking a path of “insanity” alone, so be it, I’ll grab my sneakers. Or stilettos. Either way.