There's an elephant in the room

Shall we pretend that nothing happens? That actions do not count? That the quote 'sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you' is not a cock-a-bull story? Shall we waltz around our lives playing minesweeper?

Shall we make believe? Shall we act our way through life like the greatest actors? Shall we put up the biggest pantomime were everything is how it should be and we are all perfect? I am perfect. You are perfect. He and she are perfect. Even it is perfect. And of course it goes without saying that they are perfect and therefore the maths of this solution arrives to the conclusion that we are all perfect.

Come, join me please. Let us make up stories together. Let us invent this normal standard and assume that we all fit under it. Let us all be the same, like soldiers marching into the future. Let us be united and strong so that no one will break us. Let us become one so much so that we cannot recognise ourselves from a crowd. And most importantly let us hide those who don't fall in the standard. Those who don't follow the code. Those who dare to be different, who try to object. Who do they think they are that they can just come up with ideas on their own? This is not what perfection is based on.

Let us play happy families, let us be all bffl's. Let us pretend that we love each other and that we don't know what hate means. Let us smile and wave just like the penguins in Madagascar.

Let us ignore the majestic elephant in the room.