I want to seek my happiness in some foreign land. Somewhere where no one knows me.
It is the freedom to engage in my senses and follow my instincts unabashedly that lures me away from here. Here is the world of convention. Eccentricity is looked upon as a disease. People gossip as if they are perfect. In actual fact, they are diseased with fear.
They fear to become what they gossip about. They live in fear and carry the donkey across the narrow bridge just to please society. They complain that life is unfair, when they are contributing to the unfairness in another person’s life.
Where is compassion and understanding? Tell me.