Nights after nights i ponder on what it is to be a human.
Religion tells us to be sheeps, waiting to be brought to the slauther house to be slaughtered.
Budhism/Paganism tells us to find our own path and follow it , "do what thou may least you harm none"
Society tells us to just fit in and do what other do.
Of these i choose to walk my own path, to find my own ways. Being a social outcast has its priviledges .. No Rules
Most people think i am nuts. In time i thought i was losing my mind. I closed myself up. Not able to express, not able to advance. For the things i knew without learning, the things i can see without seeing was scaring those around me.
I am called a liar, a poser, a wannabe, a freak, a loser, a crazy rabbit. I began to believe it such. Until the day i meet with an accident and died for 6 hours.
When i came back alive, my attitude has changed. Heck you can call me anything, but there is something that i have done that all of you have not. I Came Back From The Dead.
So call me whatever you want. I aint gonna care, coz its not my problem that you are born without sight and without the knowledge of your ancestors.
Most importantly .... If you are ignorant enough to not use "Google" to search for answers, you are not fit to judge me.
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