Sanity to me means, you know, being able to make choices that are not harmful to the next person or individual.
And sanity, to me, is like, two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions, on a sesame seed bun. That’s pretty much sanity to me.
Sanity is having $1 knowing it is worth $100, and not being able to use that money to its fullest.
Insanity is being young, wanting to grow up too fast.
Insanity would be knowing where the gold is and not going to get it; knowing where the diamonds are and not going to get them; knowing where the onyx stone is and not going to get it.
Sanity would be knowing what love is and not passing it on to the next friend or family member or loved one.
Insanity would be having a gift and saying “Oh, it’s not worth anything.”
And when you find out that the gift was worth something, you spend the rest of your life trying to get it back.
And you found out that that gift that was given to you was life.
And once you’ve kinda given your life away, it’s not easy trying to get it back.
And nine times out of ten, you probably won’t.