Jane had long realized she was slightly insane. She had been happy about it. She knew she would choose, without even a hint of a doubt, a life of insanity over one of conformity or seriousness or formality, and she did. She would be insane for real if she had to be the person that society expected her to be.
She lived for herself, not for others. Hers was a beautiful life, sans regrets, albeit short.
Her community feared her and her strong conviction. They were also afraid that she would influence others. They made sure it did not happen.
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I love it! Resonates with my life 🙂
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Ah, fantastic! Not the last part of the story but I have decided to accept… okay, let me rephrase, I have accepted that I am slightly crazy but to conform just because is more madness. I’m happy that I am myself. Here’s to happy long lives of being our crazy true selves! Hugs. xxx
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Love that you did this in 100 words. Great exercise, and you really made it work. Yay!
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It was in “Draft” for long and changes were not so few. ☺ Thank you so much, my dear friend.
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