For me, rebellion used to be all about shock.
Stir things up, go against the grain, make an impression — just to see how the haters react.
Then I thought rebellion was more about attitude. Not giving a FUCK about what others think.
I also saw it as a fight — jumping into it without thinking twice. And yeah, rebellion is all that.

That spark is what keeps us moving.
But it’s kinda immature, reckless. It’s rockstar stuff. Not for folks like us who’ve got bills to pay.

It’s weird, but we’ve gotta find a smoother way to let off steam.
Our idols shaped who we are and planted that rebellious streak in us — now bottled up, itching to break out.
It’s a daily tug-of-war between impulse and responsibility.

The way out? Express yourself.

Mix the beautiful with the dark. Say what you feel.
Even if no one’s said it. Even if everyone already has.
Step off the productivity treadmill and just be.
Show your soft side. Be real.
Make whatever you want — as long as it’s honest.

I’ve always carried that bottled-up rebellion.
Finally found a way to let it out.
I’m not trying to be the loudest voice, but I won’t stay quiet just because that’s what’s expected.

I feel it every day.
It’s what keeps me pushing, questioning, searching — walking around and following my own path.