All my notions of principle, morality and love were
gained from authors of my favourite books, my ideas
were formed after discovering the hero of my life at age
nine, since then I have never looked back again
When the protagonist declared noble emotions do not
emanate from what we see, but are fabricated by our-
selves; I started constructing my own ideals, following
the shining example set by my Leonine mother:
The Queen of Hearts living in single-minded fixation to
the point of suffocation – I realised one has to branch
out into inter-subjectivity also; sought my opposite to
counter dreams inherited from an idolised mother
Who never listened to anyone, paying a price for obduracy,
never tried to combat her own faults by allowing others to
guide - I sought leaders and masters, learnt as much as I
could about consensus reality, only to make a discovery:
There was no place in it for me; I kept reading until I found
my niche; though I can’t meet boring requirements, I can be
joyous while dreaming - which is all I want - while following
wise rules that keep me safe from desolation and want…
If life has seemed safe from desolation and want....you haven't lived much yet. Nobody is safe from this: Time