What if the people we see as mentally unstable
Are actually the stable ones?
What if the people we categorise as poor
Are actually the richest among us?
What if the people we believe are living boring lives
Are actually the happiest?
What if those we see as unaccomplished
Have accomplished what truly matters?
What if everything we thought to be true
Was nothing but a lie?
What if our moral beliefs,
The very principles we hold so dearly,
Are actually the opposite of what we think?
What if what we see as lemons
Is actually lemonade?
What if the life we call fulfilling
Is, in reality, deeply unfulfilling?
What if the way we see the world
Is not all that there is to see?
What if our greatest achievements
Are nothing but a waste of time?
What if the success we desperately chase
Is the very thing keeping us from living?
What if those we look down upon
Are standing on heights we cannot comprehend?
What if the freedom we celebrate
Is merely another form of captivity?
What if the knowledge we pride ourselves on
Is the very thing keeping us ignorant?
What if the things we consider valuable
Are the very things robbing us of what truly matters?
What if the people we call failures
Are the ones who have truly understood life?
What if the life we are so afraid of losing
Is one we have never truly lived?
What if everything we have been taught to pursue
Is everything we should have learnt to let go of?
What if we are not as wise as we think,
Not as free as we believe,
Not as fulfilled as we pretend,
And not as certain as we claim?
What if reality is far beyond our perception?
What if the truth is not what we have been told,
But what we have never dared to question?
And what if,
Just what if,
Everything we think we know
Is merely everything we have learnt to believe?
What if?
Just… what if?