by Mae Faurel.
So I’m sitting here thinking about life. Not in some overly profound, incense-burning, yoga-on-a-mountain kind of way, just… quietly. Noticing how my thinking has shifted over the years.
I guess I’ve always questioned things, even as a child. But that got me labeled difficult. Too curious. Too sharp. Too sensitive. “Why do you always have to be like this?” they’d ask. And I’d wonder, genuinely, what’s wrong with me?
It took me years to realize the answer might be nothing. Maybe there’s nothing wrong with me. Maybe I was just seeing through something others couldn’t.
Now, I look at the world and see it like a massive game board. Life doesn’t feel like a linear story anymore, it feels like something we’re all participating in. A simulation. A test. A kind of dream where some people have started to wake up… and others are still sleepwalking, following instructions handed down to them by systems that don’t care whether they thrive or rot.
Take the plandemic, for example. I watched people swallow fear like medicine, while others, like me, stood back and said, “Wait… what is this really about?” The backlash was swift. But something shifted in me during that time. I stopped needing approval. I started needing truth.
I see large systems now. Government, pharma, religion, education, media, all feeding the same machine. I don’t say that to be dramatic. I say it because I’ve felt it in my bones. The programming runs deep. We’re born into it, rewarded for compliance, punished for straying. And yet… I’ve always strayed.
The more I learn, the less I want to win this game. What does winning even mean in a broken system? I’d rather remember who I really am, beyond all the scripts I was handed, and start choosing how I want to play. Not how I was told to.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m just cracked in the head. Like I’ve slipped into some strange dimension where everything I once believed looks hollow. But then I speak to someone else who’s seen it too, and I remember: I’m not crazy. I’m just awake.
If you’ve felt this way, like you don’t quite belong, like you’re seeing through things no one else wants to talk about, you’re not broken. You’re tuned in.
And maybe, just maybe, there’s a few of us here to play differently.
To break the loop.
To rattle the cage.
To rewrite the rules.
To remember.
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UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 
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