What I dream of is to lead as fact less a life as I possibly can. The facts - my name, where I'm from, what my CV looks like, how well I get along with my family - inevitable information given to me by birth. Information accumulating over time, gathering dust on shelves.
Facts. Statistics. Superficially essential and absolutely irrelevant.
That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet... and all that jazz. Basically.
I am on my own, alone, independent, absorbed in my own random thoughts and I am almost absurdly lucid. Myself. An anonymous, asexual, ageless soul.
And maybe this is not really coming across the way it sounded in my head. The feeling it brings when I think of myself outside given facts and labels is something like that first deep gasp for air right after breaking the water surface.
Why be limited by what you didn't choose? Be shaped into something, not knowing why?
What I mean is... What would it be like if I could take it up a notch? Be my own personal Reincarnation Project. If I wake up in a different place and a different timezone, could I wake up a different someone? Almost, not quite.
If the people around you insist on giving importance to such frivolous facts, you could play around with that. Have fun. Change the facts. Don't share.
The world is your game you get to play by your rules.
The way you're going, you've got nothing to lose.
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