Ever since I was a little girl, I have been obsessed with freedom (in multiple forms) and being independent. I was the ugly and odd one out at school, a misfit among my schoolmates because I was different from them, while being adamant not to follow the herd. I'd rather be bullied than 'becoming' one of them.
It is not surprising that I have this urge to travel wide and far as I suffocate in the place I live and the people around me. I am notoriously known as a rule-breaker when I believe the so-called rules don't make sense. I feel so so alone in the sea of 7 billion humans when I am not being understood, having my own value and belief system so different from the others. I have learnt not to give a damn about how others think of me, fully aware that harsh judgement is just a character flaw beyond my control. Above all, I am frustrated by the society at large when changes are practically avoided, confined by 'that's just the way things are'.
I am getting fed up with my playing small, holding back my purpose from the world that needs me exactly as me. I don't want to be part of mediocrity and I refuse to apologise for being different. The more I spend time contemplating about my life (or rather existence), the more listless I feel about the state of the world as it is, and although I ain't no activist or environmentalist by nature, I am paying more and more attention to the social issues and if I am right about my gut-feeling, I must do something to make the world a better place to be.
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