Yeah right!!! Gone are the days when we all have to contend in the proximity of what the norm is. Society is no better than any one's self whose existence will solely depend on the dictates of the world. This is the year when mistresses are venerated..exulted.
But yes, it is no easy task, nor an easy role, not a chicken responsibility and never an ideal life to live. Why? Just examine the myriad of reasons that a usual man-woman relationship has and why did they decided to fall in love or worse, tie the knot? They love each other. But what about mistresses? Aren't they supposed to be human beings whose hearts are no stranger to anyone else? Well, a puff of a cigarette exhumes all these insecurities and allows one mistress to face the morning sun the next day. A challenge.
It is a dilemma. It is a statement but has never been a fact. Especially in a society when norms are upheld and are treated as gods far venerated that any other decaying saint. Mistresses are just statements that define reality but never constitute life. It is a fact but never a weighed evidence to justify why man lives on this earth. Yes, we are born to love, a love that is supposed to conform to the norms.
Until when should we all allow our thoughts, our realities in this agonizing truth that we are all promiscuous in our feelings? Save that of the promiscuity to ones flesh, but yes, the truth slaps us well enough to face mistresses in our daily life struggles.
Until when should we tolerate such? Are we not consumed with such drama? But no, that is what makes the world go round. We may decay soon, but this truth will always haunt every woman and man who has been a recluse of the norm of the society. The hell with that norm. Why should we conform when we were born with an inherent right to be happy?
And I rest my case...
This is me and this is what I feel. This is me and this is what I think. This is me and this is what I breathe. This is me and this is what I live. This is me and this is my Sanctuary.
My Sanctuary...
Life is always bound to be painful and joyful, can be filled with sadness or happiness, and at some point, despair or hope. My life, just like anyone else is no excuse for every malady this world has to offer. And so, I offer myself a recluse, a place to hibernate, to recoil...A Sanctuary...and this is my Sanctuary...
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