Authenticity Isn’t Cheap.
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The tribe’s always there, whispering in your ear, "Be like us, think like us." Easy, right? Fit in, follow the script, let the herd do the thinking. But here’s the twist: every step you take with them, you lose a piece of yourself. Owning yourself? That’s the real game. It’s messy, it’s lonely, and yeah, sometimes it’ll scare the hell out of you. But freedom? That’s priceless.

You either play by their rules or write your own. Sure, the herd feels safe—until you realize it’s just a stampede going nowhere. So, what’s it gonna be? Live as a shadow, or step into the spotlight of your own chaos? Authenticity ain’t free, but it’s the only thing that’s real. Be the fool who dares. Better a clown with his soul than a puppet on strings.