Personal Narrative: The Industrial Revolution

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I am done with this warped sense of freedom and success, where success is determined by how busy we are. We are in a space where there is so much noise, mindless chatter where nobody really listens and we pretend that we are listening and hearing, but comparisons and judgments are rife. But I am busy, we go to work every day and race around like crazy women, earn money and apparently that’s success.

If that’s what success looks like then I don’t want a bar of it.

Surely I am not alone? I am done, done trying to fit in with others, trying to conform to masses… whom dare I say are also doing the best to try and conform. How have we ended up here? With no real sense of who we are, we spend our time running around doing everything for everyone …show more content…

Its no coincidence that the very people who grew up feeling like they were freaks and didn’t belong to any circle are the very some freaks who are changing the world. Our vision is much bigger the problem, we use our words to heal, connect, embrace other people and their inner freak.

The Sunday night blues, because you just don’t want to go back to work on Monday, the dread and that feeling in the pit of your stomach that makes you want to vomit. Why? Is that what success looks like? There is a level choice where we get to ask ourselves what we really want, because if this is all there is then we're screwed.

Come away with me for a second, imagine what the world looks like when we love and embrace who we are, our uniqueness and all those quirky things that makes us awesome, where we are all responsible for our actions and we understand that our external world is a reflection of how we are feeling within, there are no limits or boundaries to constrict us. We have a sense of belonging because we know exactly who we are and where we’re going, instead of feeling like “Who am I to change the world? What makes me capable of doing such a thing?”

Once we remove all the stories that surround I AM all that remains is I AM and that is all you ever

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