We all have that one thing we don’t talk about but which is not a secret. It could be a physical or a behavioral attribute… or that blank look in someone’s eyes – something we religiously sidestep and pretend not to see. And what is more dangerous to address than what has previously never been acknowledged?

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Picture credit: zaratops.deviantart.com

It’s the fright of the taboo that makes us live such predictable lives. Break the pattern and you will create an echo, which will haunt you till someone else’s mistake cuts through that reverberating memory of yours. That’s why we respect taboos – we’re afraid of that which might break the pattern. We’re afraid because we don’t know how to respond to it. And we’re afraid because we think nobody will forget our false step. The truth is, we’re the ones who remember it the longest.

Sometimes I wish I could break my surroundings by sheer willpower. I’m tired of being broken in this annoyingly stable society – let society break for once… and let me be the one with the head on top of my shoulders.

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