Your muscles are shaking and your soul is smiling like the Buddha statue you saw the other day. Just moments ago, everything stopped for what felt like eternity. War, diseases, abuse, and corruption–it all was irrelevant, non-existent even. Your wrinkly fingers are looking for that rusty old key, nestled somewhere in between the wet exotic notes, worth nothing when measured in currencies of the good old western world.
Recluse. A modern day anchorite, escaping from all the idiocy of the so-called society that measures your success by which type of a vehicle you have parked in front of your beachfront mansion. That’s you; willingly letting go of everything that most “sane” people appreciate in this cycle we all are going through. Spending a year in the jungle, daringly escaping from that spider-net they want you to be stuck into. No money, no savings. No insurance, let alone a job. Showing no appreciation to the system your government so eagerly wanted you to be a part of. You don’t want to be one of the flies.
One day though, one day very soon, you’ll give up the dream and return back to reality. One day the palm trees will change into skyscrapers, the young coconuts into a potent energy drink that keeps you awake, while staring at the pictures of perfect waves even though the deadline of your business presentation is steadily approaching. Friendly faces of total enjoyment, you will miss them dearly. Even then you will keep on chasing the feeling, although scoring may not be a daily occurrence anymore – addiction at its purest form. You kick start your bike as the battery has run flat yet again, and scoot off to return to your daily recovery routines. Tomorrow is supposed to be even bigger.
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