The notion is a resonating hold that promises you separation for the sanctity of a dream that never existed.
As if your You is a powerful being able to cut itself apart into myriads of mirages, each playing a role.
Thus, the lie begins seeping its poison into your life as a gift of isolation that never survives.
Not because it can’t or your will isn’t strong enough to take a stand, but simply put, because the mold that molds you is YOU.
May that be work, however you define it.
May that be your personal life, however you deem it intimate and private.
May that be anything in between each story that gives you some agency over the fictitious character you are playing today.
You are your work. You are all of it. And that’s no more overwhelming than keeping the charade of false visages running free.
Each day, taunting you with a new nemesis to save you from the fray in this endless saga with no end, called whatever-whatever (work-life) balance.
Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~
