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Sunday, May 30, 2010

to freedom!

I am Mush Potato. I am Butthead. I am Rainbow Brite. I am Ferb. I am Luigi. I am Super. I am whoever I wish to be. I am whoever Mushy sees me. Happiness. Daydream believer.

I dream of having my house in some place kilometers away from my neighbors; where I could fly kite, have skinny dipping, ride a vintage bike, climb a tree and watch the big yellow moon, perhaps marry, do things that I never knew I could. Ironic it seems, but the meaning of happiness for me is absolute freedom - away from people, who stare, their standards or that morality. Who follows that anyway? I see all people fracture that book one wicked way or another. And ramblings maybe, I'm but I'm tired of hearing my decadence from others mouth while they fail to see their own tainted collars.

I'm living in one of the undiscovered Africas in the world, where in ordinary days great Savanna race happens in a very peculiar way. Survival of the fittest. Fittest in this context means most normal (that's scary) and understood. They are most likely if not win, will survive the race. Weak deviants nevertheless either hang themselves in the closet or jump off from an edge of something high than to struggle to be accepted.

I got tired of looking for a brighter side of this world. Or at least making myself believe that there is. That's why I chose to live in my own Inside world. Even if it's small (even getting smaller everyday). Inside, I feel safe. I have a vague picture of this inside I can't really describe it. Inside is oftentimes metaphorical. On the Outside, the Inside is nothing, just an illusion. But Inside is relative. For me, Inside is an escape pod. It is somewhere I feel everything is alright. Some people traveled for years just to find their Insides. I however, found mine with Mushy.

I am on a journey that would perhaps start one year from now. I hope. On a humanistic perspective, I am on a journey to find a safer place for me and Mushy, to build that house I've been dreaming of, to feed our Insides; where we could really be ourselves, and not just take the camouflage of the accepted truth.

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