It leaves little to the imagination. As an adult I can see me for the person I've become. I am a fucking good person. I know it. I feel it in my heart. I always have.
What feeds my sensibility is that for all those times I felt indifferent wasn't despite myself. If people hate me they hate me for no reason choose to anyway. I have no control over it.
I look back and see now how human it's made me. It's funny how much I care about what other people think. Maybe that's my problem. Rewind what I just said... I care about what other people think. Not what they think they know about me. No. What I care about is being treated equally. It baffles me how many people can't translate the good life other than carrying an elitist brand of thought. Even if they are unaware of being so conditioned.
I always have been a free spirit. And the faith that I have invested in me I also have invested in others. I will never let go of that kind of wisdom. I openly share it.
- Marco
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