You ever wake up one morning and, for a split second, you don’t know where you are?
Not in the dreamy, just-woke-up sense—but in that deeper, heavier how-did-I-end-up-here? kind of way.
You look around your life—your job, your routines, your scrolling habits—and it hits you like static: This isn’t mine. It looks like life. But it feels like programming.
Like somewhere along the way, you stopped making decisions and started following a script.
School taught you to raise your hand for permission. The news told you what to fear. Social media showed you what to envy. And every checkbox along the way whispered, “Don’t ask too many questions. Just do what everyone else is doing. Fit in. Be quiet. Numb it down.”
We become executors of someone else’s code.
Code that tells us to smile when we’re breaking. To stay in jobs that drain us. To settle. To scroll. To shrink.
But every now and then, there’s a glitch. A moment of clarity. A crack in the pattern.
And that’s where the lone wolf lives.
The one who notices the noise and steps out of line. Not out of anger—but out of truth. Out of a need to feel again. To choose again. To remember what it’s like to live on purpose—not on default.
See, rebellion doesn’t always look like chaos. Sometimes it looks like silence. Stillness. Saying no. Or finally saying yes—to something real.
So here’s your moment of clarity:
What part of your life are you living on someone else’s code?
And more importantly—what would happen if you rewrote it?
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