It’s supposed to be a holiday.
An important one.
But I don’t feel it.
I’ve lost that connection.
I’ve lost that meaning.
Or maybe, I’ve found deeper meaning.
I’ve broken through the rituals and rites.
All that hokey storytelling bullshit.
The fables and ghost stories.
That tribal, backward nonsense.
Miracles and magic.
If they were real then, where are they now?
The pillars of fire and booming voices.
It doesn’t really matter now.
We still pull the wool over our own eyes.
I won’t do it. I can see clearly now.
And society’s willfully ignorant blinders don’t fit me anymore.