Dear World

A Letter to the World

Dear World,

I'm not who you think I am. I dream of being someone different because the world forces me to be someone I don't want to be. Every damn day I wish that I could be that boy in my mind, the one who may have flaws, but he's a boy, and that's all that matters because when you're forced to be someone you're not, nothing else matters but becoming who you want to be.

Yesterday morning, when I was in the city, I went out alone to get some tea. The barista asked for my name. I didn't tell him the name I was given, the name that isn't me; I gave him the name I wanted, and for a second, I was him. I was that boy. I payed for the drink, then waited. Amidst a crowd of strangers, I felt at ease. Nobody knew me, and I knew nobody. I was a stranger amongst a thousand other strangers. I was free to create the me I was meant to be. When my name was called, I slipped between the people and picked up my tea. Then I left the coffee shop. I was back onto the city streets, alone but not lonely, surrounded by so many others who were equally as alone as I and equally as not lonely as I. For once in my life, I was free. I was free from the preconceptions of who people thought I was from my past. Nobody here knew anything of my past. To them, I was just another one of the nicely dressed people off to do whatever it was they did for a job in this city.

If I could recreate a feeling in my life, I would recreate the feeling of freedom and utter happiness. I would create the feeling you get when you're driving down a rural road in the summer in the late afternoon with the windows down and your favourite song playing. The sun is outlining the whole world with a golden glimmer, and you feel like nothing matters right now because you're so damn happy, and life is so perfect that you feel like screaming at the top of your lungs, "I am alive! I am me, and I am free!" I want to feel that way all the time, but until then, I'll try to escape the cruel world and find a way to create my own world where I am that boy, then one who is flawed, but he lives a life so tragically beautiful that his story will be told by the people a hundred years later as one of success, of failure, of a life well-lived, and of a person who loved and was loved.

So I will leave you with this: Go out there and create your life. Be that boy. Be you, for you deserve to be loved just as you are.

Love, @_limabean