Wish I can go into a trance. I cannot bear this cruel transformation of my potent self into an ordinary being. I cannot watch my self surrendering to stupid clauses of reality. My world of dreams and fantasies fades when I am subjected to the mere practicality of things. I cannot let the ways of reason kill my person. I strangely remember my old ways of being stubborn and it has transformed into an obsessive compulsion of doing things perfectly.
To be nobody but yourself in a world that is doing its best to make you somebody else, is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to fight.
What is the difference between the rider and the horse when both are equally powerful?