What if my passion
was to
Work for something
Other than
Routine?
Something other
than
A static timeline,
Dodging the
carefully placed
Footsteps of
everyone else?
What if the natural
wonders
In the corners of
this world
Enchant me more
than
The flash photography
of
A glamorous life
designed
And predestined
For me?
What if the
eclectic,
The unusual,
The beautifully
imperfect
Somehow attract me
And teach me that
just because
Everyone else is
walking
One way,
I don’t have to
follow?
What if when
everyone told me to
Get lost in
systemic monotony,
I chose to get lost
in the freedom of wilderness
Instead?
What if when
everyone told me to
Listen to the
chattering of
Life’s stagnant
followers,
I chose to believe
that
The only constant
is
Actually change?
What if when
everyone told me to
Fear death,
I instead chose to take
life
By the hand
And piece its
events
Into tiny miracles?
What if I want to
Go somewhere new,
Do something new,
Think something
new?
How strange it is
to live
In a world where we
March onward,
Disregarding our
hearts
And straying from
The roots of who we
are.
For,
To rebel is to
exist
As you are
Rather than
Replicating your
soul
To fit the mold.
To rebel is to
Have the gumption
to
Shatter the
paradigm;
To care when it is
not
Amongst popular
vote
To care;
To reject chronic
Complacency;
To question
everything
Without being
cynical.
My rebellion is to
Fully commit to
Me.
