THURSDAY



-22nd Dec, 2016

“Is this the real life? Or Is this just fantasy? I don’t know how and why but I cannot escape from this so-called reality.

Thursday evening.
Have you ever attempted to pursue what you love against the expectation and oppression of your society? Have you ever had your say in talks? Have you ever said ‘NO’ when your people tried to make YOUR life decision? No, because we are too afraid. The minute after you are born, you are judged and continue to be until the very last day. As you grow up in such society, you lose your purpose of what you were meant to do in this lifetime. Going deeper, you also have a responsibility towards your family. Women are under-appreciated and men are over-appreciated. Sometimes, I feel that men are over pushed to becoming an adult, taking responsibilities and providing financially for their family. What if we are not yet ready? What if we don’t want all the unnecessary responsibilities? What if I wanted to go somewhere far at my own risk and live my life thereby.? What if I don’t want to be an adult yet? I want to be liberated from this oppression of our society.

Oh, how it all starts and ends with ‘What If?’. Yes, I want to become an adult, to provide financially, to take away all those unnecessary responsibilities from your shoulder to mine. I don’t want you to work day and night in a foreign land just so we can live life fully. I want to be the one to do that, but also, I don’t want to. I still want to see the world through the lens of another reality, I still want to travel and dive into cultures apart from our own, I still want to write stories, tales seen from my eyes, so that I can live life fully in my way, at my own risk.

I’m just a poor boy, and I need no sympathy. Any way the wind blows doesn’t really matters to me. For neither can I lament, nor escape from this reality.”

-Excerpt from my Journal (2k16)


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