If there’s one thing I want to escape from is life.
No, no it’s not mean that I hate life or want to commit suicide or part of my depression or any negative thoughts you might think I have.
If you imagine life is a human; it’s the clothes, the bags, the shoes, the perfume, the food, the hair, the meni-pedi that I want to escape from. Things that you attached to yourself to let people value yourself by what you wear.
I want to escape a life with all the need to wear good clothes as a way to represent yourself so people will respect you by how you look. The need to eat and buy delicious food and waste it while not thinking there’s people out there starving. The need to be devoted to work. The need to have a lot of money and let money control you. The need to be scare of being poor. The need to have higher position in every thing. Every aspects of materiality, things where you dying to achieve greatly while you lived but left when you die.
I strongly believe in after life and that’s where I’m heading decades from now. But I don’t have an ultimate escape plan because there’s no escape. Human must live with it. A life is human battlefield of a war between the ‘real’ you with the demon in you. The greatest war that will never come to an end until the day you breath your last.