As I grew up, I always felt different. I felt like an old soul, that was born in a different time. I was sure there is another world out there which would fit me better. This must not be the only it. There were things I did not want that other people coveted. There were things I thought about that other people brushed aside. I felt different; different in so far as I tried to feel the same way these people did, about material and life direction. I tried but life shouldn’t be this hard, right?
Maybe that was why I thrived being the minority in groups because finally reality matched my insides.
Then I found the internet, I found people who encourage me to dream. I learnt about other systems and I found places that i could have fit in better.
And as things come together (gratefully), I hope I can tell someone they are not alone. That there are people out there walking on their own too.
I won’t be there to hold their hands during their hike but i want them to know, sometimes we have to walk alone.
Sharing some things publicly isn’t something I do. But I told mates about my job (https://m.facebook.com/752344303/posts/10152698722184304/) because I think someone out there needs to know that s/he is alright.
You are alright