No, I am not looking for meaning. I am looking for life, for zeal.
What is your quest for? Meaning? That is foolish, Everything and nothing, has meaning.
Everyday, people around me seem frozen in time. Living in routine. They are breathing, but they are only surviving. I must live, and for that, I must be free.
But, does not freedom also consume the existence of restrictions? You will never escape the patterns, the structures. You will never be more than what you are.
You are wrong. Let me tell you why.
I had a different childhood than anyone else I know. I grew up in a lovely old home, filled with animals and laughter.
But, I was also defiant, and ensconced in a concentrated deviance from things expected of me. Delinquency is interesting, because often, one can never untangle themselves from it. I remember, one evening, after I had fought my umpteenth fight, my teachers and parents were convinced that this is all I will ever be.
You see, I am more today. I will be more, tomorrow. Structure aren't inevitable In the end, only we save ourselves.