Sometimes (most times) i fantasize about living in a village where at birth, people hatch away from their traditional and expected behaviors. A village containing those who are not afraid to break free of the eggshells that confine them to a world so orthodox and plain. One where all are infected with a virus so strong, that its inhabitants are blinded by freedom and the yearning to be creative. This disease would spread viciously, contaminating every aspect of its carrier's lives. Its side effects include, eccentric decision making, capricious spirits, and bazaar curiosities. There would be no hate or ignorance, no rules or judgments, instead a world obsessed only with:
hot, sweaty, unexpected and unconventional pacifism.
...and then i snap out of it, disappointed at what a shame reality can be.
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