Why follow the rules that someone else placed in our lives?
Why does a society place limits on the awareness and acceptance that as humans we have the right to break?
Does love exist, or is it simply an idea that we create to be a little happier in a world full of mediocrity?
Why does a skin color, a border or a sexual attraction define us?
Life is too short and there are too many questions for so few answers.
This is a small compilation of stories without an addressee, or perhaps, we are all that addressee in common costumes, who for fear of being different, or as they define it, "rare", we prefer to hide in a non-existent comfort zone.
Of someone who knows everything but at the same time nothing.
YOU ARE READING
Yelina.
RandomAnd when reality surpasses fiction, more than one piece of writing is not enough to describe the excitement of discovery, development and acceptance as creatures of consciousness, humans say. Translated by Rubí Amador.
