Wonderland

I watch him on the ground, tossing and turning.

I watch him stare at something so vast, you'd think he was in the middle of the universe.

I watch him, closely, silently..
He smiles..

And then I get a strange epiphany. Insanity is beautiful.

To be insane is to not be of sound mind, that is one of its various definitions. But it only refers to the generalized norm wherein people are normal if they think and act accordingly. If you do the opposite, be a danger to yourself and to others, you are cursed as someone who is crazy. Beyond that critical definition, an insane individual is of sound mind, in his own mind, in his own world, and so that is how I choose to see it. There is no such thing as insanity. Only that which a person chooses to live in his own livable world. In these words I find a sense of understanding of those who are pointed out as mentally ill. 

Insanity is freedom from the harsh reality, a tiny whole in the barricade. Insanity is an escape, from the world and from oneself. Is it so wrong to wish for a life you've created in your own perspective, where you can be happy in ways you can only imagine in the real world? Where right can be wrong and wrong can be right, where things work in your own discretion? It sounds selfish, really. But when all the world just seem to conspire against you and saying, Fuck it! just isn't enough. It sounds like the perfect heaven.

And yet here comes the sad reality assumed by all. A prisoner is far better off than an insane man. At least in time, if not given a life sentence, a prisoner still has a shot at becoming a free man. On the other hand, an insane being is a prisoner for a lifetime with no chance of escaping once he has dove in too deep. Like putting on headphones and turning on the music far up, you can't even hear yourself breathing. You ignore the world, it's just you and your music. You are lost in your favorite song, lost in time. But somehow you know, you're still solidly standing on the ground but ready to take flight at any minute you choose. It's your discretion, your life, your choice to make. Like happiness, to be insane is an individual's choice. And ironically, these people chose the path to which they will find unrequited happiness, they chose the path of insanity with their God given free will. They may be rotting on the outside but they can be more than alive on the inside. We will never know for sure, unless in some way a contraption can be made so we can see what they see and feel what they feel. In the end, no one is to say that to be of sound of mind is the result of being normal. Normality is just as subjective as abnormality. And so the insane can be just as normal in their own unique way.

A word to the wise then, to be insane isn't all that bad. It is an endless dream. The world is yours and happiness stretches from here on out. You are safe in your own mind, your own world. Hush now, you are in your own personal wonderland.

Be free. Think insane, happy thoughts..

~myeviltwin