I am one creature from the human species, now living on this planet earth.
I will not be classified according to the 1000000 standards of other creatures like me.
I refuse that the color of my skin or the curl of my hair let you have a wrong idea of who I really am.
I do not belong to the country where I live nor to the other country that adopted me. My two identities do not make me who I am.
My personal beliefs or disbeliefs in the 1000 religions and sects that roam the planet earth since forever do not define who I am.
Being a smoker or a tall person, being a red head or a barefeet walker do not define who I am.
If you want to know me, sit down and let’s have a talk, walk, meals, listen to my voice, see my attitude and behaviour.
You might still want to put my existence into one group of people because it would feel safer for you to say: I know a gothic, a hippie, a conservative mind, a careless but I don’t think that this will make you closer to who I am.
You would rather be far away in your thoughts about me than know me for sure. This I know because I lived it already in my past life.
My freedom is beyond reach, my father’s village is his and my mother’s religion is hers. I do not belong to their thinking, I did not inherit but the marks on paper of these aspects. Common people who are afraid of change only see as far as these ink stretches but this is still not me.
You might see the aspect you like more because accepting a person living outside the society is much challenge for you to understand. You could be in danger if you are a friend to such. You might be categorized as “the friend of x” and it would be too much for your comfortable life to bare.
Better leave the sick people alone, right?
Fine by me. I don’t need fake promisses of your hell or paradise to make me behave or live. I prefer my version, I will take my chances of ending up somewhere new and far away from your inherited ideas. I am not afraid of the new, it is life.
I am free, my mind has no limits. I wish I could live in other times, in free times.
I wish I could be real honest with my surrounding but I might not get my paycheck at the end of the month if I do so and be so.
I wish I had a different way to earn my life that can allow me to be free. Now I am strained but I am working to get my freedom.
I am sorry that I have to be hypocrite and play the society games to get through safely. I have seen people hurt and killed for believing or acting freely. My life is too precious, it is mine to control and for that I am ready to be hypocrite for a while before I can be openly what I want to be and how I am truly inside.
I will play the game: selling you the many truths you live by so I could survive, telling you the many stories that make you happy with all the endings you like so I can in my own place tell the only story I know.
I shape my life, I color every aspect of it. I alone decide who I am. I am hypocrite but free.