When I was young, I have to grow up as fast as I can.
I must survive from that bullshit place I’ve been.
It’s not bullshit, it’s just that it’s old, nothing has change, slow moving.
Stagnant in all its corners. But it’s so calm and so slow. I know right, I know.
It’s back in the province people will not know what I know today.
They’re always pressured but what others would say, but back here no body cares about me.
Come on it’s 2020 we must keep ourselves open to everybody if you want to succeed with me.
People gossiped everywhere, I always scare myself of gossipers, I must not show the me I am supposed to be.
I was hiding from behind, trying to be someone who is older and matured than what I really am.
I was only 8 but I have to act like I am 88. It’s crazy, really crazy.
That’s how I showed respect to the people who wants to help me.
I must act like them so I will feel like I belong and I will be forgiven.
I feel like I was bearing the burden that’s not mine.
I was only young, but I have to act like I am older than they thought I am.
In this new journey, no one is really doing crazy, everything’s doing right in front of me.
Everybody has to respect each others privacy. Everybody has to see the real me.
Back in the province I can’t really do anything I want to do, I can only meditate, sleep and listen to gossipers everywhere around me.
But I don’t want myself to grow that way, so I keep myself away. We will spend time in nature, visiting neighbors and meditating while walking.
It’s so quite there, people doesn’t like to sing nor dance. Except my lovely friends who are always beaten by being them.
But for me, it’s just the lovely day. The fruits the trees always mesmerize me. Life is so awesome. It has be loved like it’s the last one.
So you guys live that life you want to be like.
Own something you can share to everyone.