INCARNATION

This is not who I am. I don’t believe any of this. Why should everything be so straightforward? Who decided to put everything in boxes? Is it gravity?
It’s quite something to be born on this world and understand and digest all its norms, values, dogmas and everything that that’s supposed to include. Who or what has taught us what is useful, and why? Is day horizontal and night vertical? Why has it been decided that a line should be drawn around the earth and it should be called the equator?
The separation between north and south, hot and cold, poor and rich. Where do we really meet each other? At that one crossroads, accidentally? Or is everything predetermined according to an elaborate algorithm that is being executed irrevocably and stoically? Does our interference only slow things down? I really don’t have a clue. Do you?
And still I exist, I throw myself at life with reckless abandon. I dance, I laugh, I scream and cry and work like a madman to be what I am expected to be. And to be honest, I have no idea why. Still, it appears to be so, and it takes place every day.
So the so-called bending of time determines the past, but also the future? What kind of concept is that? If we’re living in three dimensions, tell me, when will the fourth or fifth come? The four elements, cardinal directions, what’s the use? Why does it matter that the wind is blowing from the east or that it’s raining cats and dogs? Hey! I’m still here, am I not? Is it all right if that’s enough? I just want to play. Play in all directions, with every soul who crosses my path. I want to meet you here and now, want to make love to you, fight you or swim with you.
I have no idea how life on Earth works. I keep guessing, but at least gravity is everywhere, always. Maybe I just need to wait, patiently wait to be free. From the moment we go back home again, everyone in their own time. Maybe everything is just what it is, nothing more.