Even though most of the times you don’t feel like your’re mad, you feel different. It happens to all of us. Sometimes we feel like there’s an invisible wall between us and the rest of the world. We feel alone, we feel different, we feel as though we’re not good enough. And it’s difficult to accept this. Most of the times, people simply try to find comfort: in their art, in another person, in aimlessly wandering through life.
Yes, we’re all mad, and yes, all the best people are mad. Crazy, stupid, eccentric in ways no one else can understand. We’re all uniquely mad. Beautifully mad. And there’s nothing wrong about it.
And there’s nothing more you could ever wish from life.
Be mad. Be different. Be yourself.
And the world will either love you or hate you.
But it doesn’t really matter, does it?