Staying sane in a drifted world

A thought came to me before I closed my eyes last night to sleep ... 

"How do I stay sane in the drift ..."

Most of the time, we just do more of the same but with different people and different place, different environment. Insanity, doing the same thing over and over again expecting different result ... So what can we do about it.
Maybe we are asleep while awake, deaf while hearing things and blind while seeing ... so we just form part of the drift. What does it take to stay awake? Maybe that's the key to be sane, to taste life as it is versus illusion that we create in our life.  Perhaps, part of the suffering that we experience is because of we also creating illusions and set the expectations that we know would not serve us ... Staying awake may requires us to be vigilant about our emotions, thoughts and actions. To always see possibilities and make new choices out of many that is presented in front of us.
I read this, this morning ... and it brought the sanity back in me ...
Thank you Maya Angelou and may you rest in peace as your contribution and legacy continues to serve human kind ...

Still I Rise - Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.