Don’t you get it?…it’s all just a game.

Aren’t you tired yet?

Fuck, I’m tired.
Of all the rules, all the standards, all the expectations that you’ve put on yourself?

All the bullshit that you told yourself you HAD to do.
All the versions of you that you told yourself you HAD to be.

All for what?
To be worthy?
To be enough?
To be loved and accepted?

Babe, haven’t you figured it out yet?

You ARE worthy.
You ARE enough.
You ARE loved and accepted.

Period.

Those things are your mother fucking birthright, and there’s not a goddamn human on this planet that can take them away from you…
Unless YOU say they can.

That’s the kicker.

All these rules…
All these shoulds…
All this bullshit…

Some part of you, at some point in your life, either consciously or unconsciously, consented to all of it.

I’m not blaming you.
It’s not your fault.
But it is your conditioning.
And it is your responsibility to change it now that you know about it.

The programming that you so conveniently received - that we all did - that has told us from day 1-

Don’t be too much.
Don’t be too loud.
Don’t be too real.

TOO
TOO
TOO

FUCK.

They programmed you from birth to hate yourself.
To shrink yourself.
To deny yourself.
To abandon yourself.

They convinced you that you were both too much and not enough.
And you believed them.

We all did.
We didn’t know any better at the time, but now we do.

We’re waking up.
We’re learning.
We’re remembering.
And we’re coming back home.

Don’t you see?
You may not have created the rules, but you’ve been playing the game all along.
You’ve kept it all going.

And now’s the moment you decide - keep playing or fold.

Are you going to keep up the charade?
Or are you going to walk away?

I say you do neither…
Because there’s a third option.

Start a new fucking game.
YOUR game.
Where you write the rules intentionally.
Where you decide the main character, the support characters, the setting, the plot - all of it.

And where you finally, fucking FINALLY start living YOUR life on YOUR terms, OUT LOUD and ON PURPOSE.

Because what the fuck else is there anyway?

You’re going to keep consenting to a game you never wanted, with rules you didn’t make, and outcomes you don’t like?
Or you’re going to finally do it your mother fucking way.

The choice is yours.
It’s always yours.

My fervent plea?

Burn it all the fuck down and start again.
Your game.
Your life.
Your terms.

You’re worth it.