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After it's all said and done, life's just a bunch of kwotes

At the cores of our hearts, there is one truth that connects us;

We all need to escape.

Our lives. Our beliefs. Our homes. We all have something we need to get away from, to leave behind, if only briefly. There’s something, however small or large, that’s holding us back. That’s keeping us from turning over new stones and peering around new corners. That’s putting its hands over our ears when we’re listening to new music. That’s planting its feet firmly in front of us when we’re trying to walk out the door.

We all need to escape. But sometimes we can’t. Maybe what plagues us is inescapable. Or maybe we just don’t know how.

But, if escape escapes you, there is something you can do. There’s something we can all do – unified and together – that let’s us leave behind that which holds us back.


We can lie to ourselves. We can write ourselves songs. We can tell ourselves stories. We can make up what we wish we had, and believe.

That sounds sad, doesn’t it? And maybe a bit dark.

Is it, though? Is it so bad? Is it so bad to tell ourselves something happy, something bright? Is it so bad to make ourselves believe what we want to believe? Is it so bad to create an escape with out thoughts? With our minds? With our words?

I don’t think so.

So I lie to myself sometimes. I tell myself what I want to hear, because it makes me feel better. I see what I want to see, and I feel what I want to feel. Because life’s too complicated, too messed up, and too short to spend dwelling on the things that make me feel limited.

Maybe you don’t believe me. Maybe you think that lying to yourself is unwarranted or disrespectful. Maybe you think that the beauty of life is found in truth, and embracing that truth is the only real way to live.

But you’d be wrong.

Because, whether or not you want to believe it, we all lie to ourselves. We all pretend to be something we’re not. At least one night a year, we all invent a way to escape.

When you put on your Halloween costume, whatever that may be, stop for a second and think about how you feel. Think about your thoughts, and how light they are. Think about your life and how easy it seems. Think about your problems and how few they seem to be.

Think about how you felt before you decided to be something else. Think about how you felt before you put on that costume.

Stop. And think about how it feels to be something different. To briefly leave reality behind. To reach out. To get away.

To escape.

Hello, all. On this lovely Halloween, I thought I’d write a post about how one might interpret the purpose behind getting all dressed up. This is just my take, and I’m sure it’s only one of many perspectives. But, I’d love to hear what you have to say. What are your thoughts on Halloween? Like dressing up? Love it perhaps? Or maybe it’s not quite your thing? Either way, I’m curious to know your thoughts.

Enjoy your night tonight. Make sure to eat too much candy.

Until next time

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2 thoughts on “Escape

  1. MissFit says:

    brilliant as always. you are so right… we all pretend to be something we arent. then there are those who become it inspite of themselves and those who believe they have arrived, but no one else does. the masks we don each day, who would we be without them? sadly… no one.

    1. End Kwote says:

      Thank you!

      You’re right, though. The things we try to be are a very much a part of us. Maybe, in that, we aren’t trying to be something else, but finding who we really are. Huh..just a thought

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