I am a thinker. I live what I think. Ideas, no matter how great when not lived are wasted in vain. People who do not live their ideas are nothing short of cowards; therefore, they lead convenient lives.
I detest comfort. There is no challenge in mediocrity. Life is too short to live in the middle. A life that is closer to the edge is a life of highs and lows. No permanence. No compromise. Risky. Uncertain. Treacherous. But if you find stability in that short swing, you master the art of living.
If you master life, you master death. You master heaven, hell, and anything in between.
I am an agnostic. I find it a duty to question truth. My everyday is a quest for truth. Dogmas don’t enslave me. Nothing enslaves me but truth. I detest conformity to belief, superstition and lies.
LIES – are my nemesis. Sometimes I win. Many times I lose. But I continue to fight.
I don’t surrender. I quit, I resign, but never surrender. When you surrender, you refuse TRUTH and let LIES win. I never let lies win, not if I can help it. So I let the truth rest with the belief of what’s left in Pandora’s Box. Lies can’t withhold truth forever. From Chaos there is Order and by then, truth perforated by travesty and personal gain will cast vengeance over those who were too weak to defend what must-have-been.
I don’t believe in the Church. I believe in its people. I believe on the necessity of faith to survive life. I believe on the power of the human spirit. I am a daughter of Emerson, of Kant, of Socrates, of Herodotus and all those who preach on the god within.
I am my own god. I don’t need position, awards, raise, promotion and honorifics to feel great. I am my own god. I believe on my ability to do good or evil, build or destroy, influence or discourage, win or lose… I fear myself. I honor ideas. I cry for Jesus. I laugh at the world.
For always, I find it funny how people ask for my heart when truth is, I wear it on my sleeves.
I work. I work bloody hard. I am not ruled by ambition. I live the present moment so I do the best that I can do today. Tomorrow remains a gift to be seen. Only the sunrise can tell and only the sunset can caution on the darkness to come. Whatever I work today is a tiny part of a bigger vision. When I lose sight of that vision, I lose the reason to work hard. A work without reason is a self-inflected slavery. There is no emancipation to those who fool their own god.
I am a bohemian. I believe in free will. I live freedom. I love fashion. I see no divide between beauty and brains. I thrive on balance. I seek Utopia. I have found myself.
I explore. I create. I never let my small voice, my small town, or my small country limit my potentials. I discover. I learn on my own. I have crossed oceans through the power of my pen. I work when others wait. I compete when others play. I play when others sleep. Sleep is the state of eternity and I am saving mine for the inevitable end.
I don’t expect understanding. I respect any judgment against me. I was born different. And I will die with a difference done.
