Things. Costly, petty, big and small. Each quantizing the happiness with a single sticker. I want to shout at you, they’ll be as good as you make them seem.

This girl, she’s not perfect, and neither is that guy. They’ll just grow up to make their lives safe. Quantizing happiness in things and paper. All A’s is what they’ll wish for. They will never realise the value of A in Nature. A in Africa. A in Aroma.

No one can deny the lure of the wild though. History has given us stories of adventure and pure love, found only in the wild.

Safer the lives we make, slaves are all we become. Slaves of the society, slaves of the superficial facades. They’ll call me extremist and aggressive for revolting against the false securities and material existence.

But I know where absolute freedom lies. It’s in the heart of the forest. In the heart of the trees. And the sea that gives you power. Hitting you hard with its waves. The water splashes across the face, filling up the holes of dark memories. High planes and corn grass play hide and seek with the shadows, securing you from the world of lies. Sparrows sing a ballad. One two.. Three and four and five.. Music keeps a watch on the Rivers, the sky, the land, the farms. Juggling the heat and cold as happiness and happiness.

Sun shines bright, leading the road to the north. It’s not a escape from irksome obligations. It’s a response to the shout of the trailing rainbow. The call of the wolves still ring in my ears. The gaze of the deers piercing the thick horizon.

I do not hate the man, but I love the nature more. I hence don’t believe I need to resolve myself. I forgive all the people who hurt me, forgive all their sins I no longer care about. I’m soon to see my heart flutter. Absolute freedom waits for me, and years from now I’ll walk the earth as one of you.