Some asked me to describe my childhood. Ten minutes later I sent this email:As a youngster, I sat leisurely on a fence.Without a care, without a true desire.
For I knew not of one.
Ignorant of an apparent and obvious passivity.
Still I knew not of one.
Prepubescent dreams consisted of champion wishes.
A one-dimensional façade I thought didn’t exist.
There was nothing there for me, my brother, my cousin.
But a life of struggle and hardship.
One that I was fond of and that I knew.
Content yes, Happy mildly.
I became distant to an elementary delusion.Cognitive Dissonance.
Forever I would be changed.
Metamorphosis.
No longer innocent, ignorant, inept.
Now forever inquisitive, investigative, inspired.
There is a price for such metacognition.
Pride, integrity, installation.
Can you believe there are individuals lost in abhorrence?
You are lucky, can I?
Do you really want to see what’s wrong?
I used to be so leisure, so content.
