Some people came here to follow the rules.
To make the system proud.
To wear the mask and call it a life.

You did not.

You came here to remember what the system wanted you to forget —
and to shake it until it cracked open.

The Ache of Not Belonging

There was always something different.
You tried to name it.
You tried to fix it.
You tried to squeeze yourself into boxes that made you spiritually claustrophobic.

But no matter how hard you tried,
the feeling followed you —
like a frequency that couldn’t be shut off.

Classrooms, family gatherings, job interviews, friend circles…
They all whispered the same thing:

“Why can’t you just blend in?”

Because you weren’t meant to.

Alienation Was Not a Flaw — It Was a Cloak

You didn’t fit in because your spirit was cloaked in codes the world couldn’t read.
You were built to be immune to their programming —
to see through the illusion before others even knew they were asleep.

Every time you felt like you didn’t belong,
that was your protection.

The pain of alienation was real —
but it was also a shield.
It kept your original frequency from being corrupted.

You weren’t cursed.
You were coded.

What Spell Were You Sent to Break?

You came here with ancient eyes.
You knew the truth of things before you had the language for it.
You felt the lies pulsing through the news, the culture, the idols, the screens.

The spell was everywhere:

Normalize numbness.
Worship image over essence.
Obey the structure or be exiled.
Forget who you are.

But you couldn’t forget.
Even when it hurt.
Even when it cost you everything.

You kept remembering —
and that made you dangerous.

You Are the Glitch in the Program

You weren’t meant to be palatable.
You weren’t made for smooth edges.
You are friction in a world addicted to false comfort.

You are the sudden silence in a hypnotic beat.
The soul scream in the middle of scripted laughter.
The fire alarm in a sleepwalking world.

You didn’t break.
You broke the loop.

The Others Like You

You’re not alone.
There are others — quiet, luminous, coded like you —
hiding in plain sight,
waiting for the moment to rise.

They, too, felt like exiles.
They, too, have been called too much, too intense, too weird.
But they carry the same knowing in their bones:

“We didn’t come to blend in.
We came to remember.
We came to awaken.
We came to shatter the spell.”

Now, the Choice

You can keep pretending.
Keep shrinking.
Keep trying to win approval from a system that was never built for your spirit.

Or you can rise.
You can remember that your alienation was your initiation.
That your weirdness was a warning sign — to the machine.

And that your soul didn’t come here to be digested by the world.
It came here to disrupt it.

You Were Built to Break the Spell

So stop apologizing.
Stop waiting for a seat at a table that feeds on your erasure.
Stop dimming down to survive.

You are the one they didn’t see coming.
The one they couldn’t fully program.
The one who heard the frequency glitch and followed it home.

You are the spellbreaker.
The misfit prophet.
The hidden alarm.
The unblended flame.

You are what the dream forgot —
and what the world needs most to remember.