I can't get out of bed anymore.
As a kid? Couldn't sleep past 6am. Too much to do. Life was one giant adventure.
Then something shifted.
Around high school, the magic drained out. More time spent doing what I was *supposed* to do. Less time doing what I *wanted* to do.
Teachers telling me what matters. Society telling me what success looks like. Everyone imposing their directive on my life.
That's when mornings became hard.
Because when you're living someone else's vision, why get up?
The question isn't "what do I have to do today?"
It's "what do I actually want to do?"
Freedom means choosing your own directive.
Vryfokkenou
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