ADVICE FROM A MAD MAN
They say I’m mad.
Because I laugh when others cry
And cry when others laugh.
Because I speak the truth without permission,
And wear honesty like a tattered cloth.
But listen closely.
Not all madness is in the mind—
Some of it is wisdom in disguise,
Too wild for the neat boxes of society.
Stop chasing what doesn’t feed your soul.
You wear suits, but your heart is naked.
You chase likes online, but hate yourself offline.
You run from silence,
Yet noise has never healed a broken man.
Love people, but don’t die for those who won’t even bleed for you.
Madness is giving everything to someone
Who wouldn’t even notice if you disappeared.
Even I, the mad one, know when to walk away.
Don’t envy the rich.
Some of them wear gold to hide their rust.
They smile in public but sleep with pills.
Happiness isn’t in the mansion,
It’s in the room where peace sleeps.
Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes.
They mocked the prophets too.
They locked up Jeremiah.
They crucified Jesus.
The world fears truth—especially when it comes from unexpected lips.
Find your purpose before the coffin finds you.
You buy land, build houses, marry, and work…
But what did your soul come to this world for?
Even a mad man has a mission—
To disturb the comfortable with uncomfortable truths.
Don’t be too sane for your own good.
Sometimes, you need madness to dream,
To rebel against mediocrity,
To live freely, love deeply, and believe wildly.
So when next you see me—
Muttering to the air,
Talking to birds,
Smiling at the wind—
Don’t pity me.
I am not lost. I just found a different kind of freedom.
One the world calls madness.
They say I’m mad.
Because I laugh when others cry
And cry when others laugh.
Because I speak the truth without permission,
And wear honesty like a tattered cloth.
But listen closely.
Not all madness is in the mind—
Some of it is wisdom in disguise,
Too wild for the neat boxes of society.
Stop chasing what doesn’t feed your soul.
You wear suits, but your heart is naked.
You chase likes online, but hate yourself offline.
You run from silence,
Yet noise has never healed a broken man.
Love people, but don’t die for those who won’t even bleed for you.
Madness is giving everything to someone
Who wouldn’t even notice if you disappeared.
Even I, the mad one, know when to walk away.
Don’t envy the rich.
Some of them wear gold to hide their rust.
They smile in public but sleep with pills.
Happiness isn’t in the mansion,
It’s in the room where peace sleeps.
Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes.
They mocked the prophets too.
They locked up Jeremiah.
They crucified Jesus.
The world fears truth—especially when it comes from unexpected lips.
Find your purpose before the coffin finds you.
You buy land, build houses, marry, and work…
But what did your soul come to this world for?
Even a mad man has a mission—
To disturb the comfortable with uncomfortable truths.
Don’t be too sane for your own good.
Sometimes, you need madness to dream,
To rebel against mediocrity,
To live freely, love deeply, and believe wildly.
So when next you see me—
Muttering to the air,
Talking to birds,
Smiling at the wind—
Don’t pity me.
I am not lost. I just found a different kind of freedom.
One the world calls madness.
ADVICE FROM A MAD MAN ðŸ’
They say I’m mad.
Because I laugh 😂 when others cry ðŸ˜
And cry when others laugh.
Because I speak the truth without permission,
And wear honesty like a tattered cloth.
But listen closely.
Not all madness is in the mind—
Some of it is wisdom in disguise,
Too wild for the neat boxes of society.
Stop chasing what doesn’t feed your soul.
You wear suits, but your heart is naked.
You chase likes online, but hate yourself offline.
You run from silence,
Yet noise has never healed a broken man.
Love people, but don’t die for those who won’t even bleed for you.
Madness is giving everything to someone
Who wouldn’t even notice if you disappeared.
Even I, the mad one, know when to walk away.
Don’t envy the rich.
Some of them wear gold to hide their rust.
They smile in public but sleep with pills.
Happiness isn’t in the mansion,
It’s in the room where peace sleeps.
Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes.
They mocked the prophets too.
They locked up Jeremiah.
They crucified Jesus.
The world fears truth—especially when it comes from unexpected lips.
Find your purpose before the coffin finds you.
You buy land, build houses, marry, and work…
But what did your soul come to this world for?
Even a mad man has a mission—
To disturb the comfortable with uncomfortable truths.
Don’t be too sane for your own good.
Sometimes, you need madness to dream,
To rebel against mediocrity,
To live freely, love deeply, and believe wildly.
So when next you see me—
Muttering to the air,
Talking to birds,
Smiling at the wind—
Don’t pity me.
I am not lost. I just found a different kind of freedom.
One the world calls madness.
