When you're left alone with only your thoughts, what is to stop you from going insane?
Who has the right to say what is sane and not sane?
Normal and abnormal?
Maybe those we call "mentally challenged" are the ones with the most peaceful, hopeful, and lovely thoughts.
Perhaps all those prescribed medicines are really just killing our spirits.
Who are we to judge anyone?
Who are we to tear down any person who wants to dance in the street, whether they're under the influence, or whether they're just high on life.
Why is it we have to surround ourselves with artificiality?
How can someone with breast implants, a prescription to Prozac, a weekly scheduled visit to a shrink, with a face covered in make-up ever be considered normal?
Maybe if we're left alone with only our thoughts, the brutal discovery of who we really are...this harsh hit of reality, having to face our true selves...maybe that's what would really drive us insane.
Maybe the artificiality, the medication...maybe its just preventing us from facing the truth.
