There’s something inside of all of us, a free spirit, a bit of a rebel threatening to spring to life and take her our actions. The mischievous creature that saddles up your shoulder and rides around with you whispering in your ear.
Psst. Psst! Look, there’s a sign that days DON’T TOUCH. Go on, go on! Just poke it with one finger. I dare you. Do it!
Do you act or do you hide behind your grown up face and walk on?
Hey. Hey! See that line that says do not cross? You could just stand on the other side. No one would do anything. It might be fun! Go on, live a little. It’s just a line.
Oi. Oi! Haven’t you ever wondered what would happen of you pushed the emergency stop button on the escalator? It would be funny, that’s what! Look at it there, all big and red and inviting. I dare you!
I remember when you were five and you would gleefully skip across the grass, giggling, shunning the STAY OFF THE GRASS warnings to pick the daisies. You’re no fun anymore. Eat all the chocolate. Eat it! Sharing is boring.
Sometimes it feels like depression is the bastard twin of the mischief maker that puts a twinkle in your eye and the thought of doing something just a little bit naughty in your mind. Except it’s not funny.
Psst. Psst! Give in. Go on. It would be so much easier to give in. You know you want to, I will break you eventually. Go on! Stay in bed for a week, talk to no one. They don’t want you around anyway.
Hey. Hey! Go crazy, throw things, break things. Get angry at everyone. You know there’s nothing that they can do. You know no one can help you. Just go mad!
Oi. Oi! I know your thinking about it. Stop teasing yourself, just do it. One cut, one burn. Just one. No one would know, you know it feels good. C’mon.
One day you have to give in, right?