_what if all of this is just our faulty perception? _what if the things we've grown to believe are now comforts rather than creed. Do we get to decide, or is it decided for us? At what point are we allowed to wash our hands of the things that pull us down so we can define our own being. We exist here together, but we can stop giving in to the expectations of the weak and the heartless without showing the same sharp teeth we're often met with.