Renegade

Balloons… Thousands of colors and shapes…don’t they look amazing …

free flying…free falling…They can choose any direction they want to go in… they can wander off without telling anyone… it’s so hard to keep them under control…

Agreed they have a short life… but it’s so liberated…boundless… it’s so free.

Wouldn’t it be incredible… to be able to live like that? No strings attached… at least not permanently… to live on your own terms without having someone to determine your actions. Planning your own moves. Living your own life… not a puppets.

Doesn’t it feel great? To be complete as a whole…by yourself…and not looking for excuses for someone else to complete you…?

No matter how unconventional this might sound… wouldn’t you want to be your own boss…your own mentor… your own support…your own critic?

Wouldn’t you want to choose your own rights and wrongs? And break away from the pseudo agreeable existence?

At one point of time it’s not easy and as simple as it sounds to secede. Not that easy to cut loose. But if something or as a matter of fact, if anything feels so obligatory…so binding…why do it at all? Why in the first place put yourself in a situation which you can’t defer?

Not realizing we put ourselves there. We are the only ones to blame if later circumstances turn against us. I would say it’s my bad…its my bad that today I’m not free…that today I am doing exactly the opposite of what I want to…

A renegade …that’s what I am… left behind what I was…in becoming what I don’t intend to…