panopticon

You do what you always do, things you've chosen for yourself. It begins fine, driven by excitement and passion. Then your routines start consuming you, turning you into a prisoner of your own mind, the master & slave. A panopticon of your creation, every move watched and judged by the harshest critic you know, yourself.

Life starts feeling like purgatory, laden with half truths warped by your desires & insecurities. Perhaps, the only way to deal is spontaneity & earnest perception of your world and the people in it.