I was a puzzle, a puzzle composed of thousand voices.
Voices of my parents, voices of my friends,
voices of people I didn’t even know.
And how afraid I was of being wrong.
Because being wrong in our society doesn’t really mean to be wrong,
much more it means to not accord to all the voices,
all the voices which seem to be so much wiser than you.
So much wiser, because it’s true when thousand of people think it’s true.
Is it?
Do they know it’s true? Do they know? Consciously?
Or is it just pretending? Pretending in order to feel safe?
To feel safe, being one of the faceless mass?
I had my own truth, my own truth inside of me,
but I didn’t trust myself. I trusted the mass, the faceless mass.
And because of trusting the mass, my inner voice slowly became a tiny seed.
It became so small, it almost died.
Because of the numbers, in numbers we trust, the numbers of voices.
But if you’re searching for the truth, you won’t find it in numbers.
The truth you have to understand, you have to understand it from within.
You have to free yourself from the puzzle in order to not become an empty
cover.
An empty cover, without any own opinion, but the opinion of the thousand
voices.
Maybe you will feel alone, maybe you will feel alienated,
because you’re no longer one of the group, one of thousand voices.
You become your own truth.
You can’t proof your truth, you don’t have numbers.
That’s when you have to be fearless, when you have to trust.
To trust your own beautiful soul, in order to rebuild your inner sense.
Rebuild your inner sense and become alive.
Because only alive, the universe can shine its light through your promising
unique self.
