"What you eat don't make me s#!+"

Today I was vacuuming out my car and for some reason I thought about how old I was. I'm 31 but nothing in my life makes me feel like I am. Then I thought about how much I've grown mentally and how little I care about what anybody thinks of me. 

Does it come with age or just some level of the stairway we reach at different times in our lives. (Lives meaning either your life, my life etc... Or lives in the sense of our past lives because I feel like we've all lived before as a different form. This could actually be a past life we're living. Ok I'm rambling) I've gotten to a place where I really don't care anymore. I know this because I used to have to match when I left the house. Now I literally leave the crib wearing anything I can grab. Even if I'm going out and everybody is rockin jeans and hard bottoms, which I despise by the way, I'll be good with my jeans, Lebron's and a hat or beanie. I'm sure many can relate but it's a great feeling doing what makes you happy regardless of who's watching. 

I hate to see people living to please everybody else especially somebody they don't even know! That makes zero sense to me but maybe I'm crazy. The need to be accepted by strangers gotta be a disease or something. Just do what makes you happy and fuck what everybody has to say! I'm starting a Tshirt line AND recording a few joints because it makes me happy! Before you ask yes I can rap but that's neither here nor there lol. Imagine how dope the world would be if everybody did what made them happy without causing harm to anyone. Everybody wants or tries to be different but then that makes us all the same. I just want everybody to be themselves and make themselves happy because in the end that's all that matters.