My perception of life is not of an optimist, it's more of a pessimist dogma. I believe in Ontological Fallacy and despise Romantic Consumerism.

I like converse with myself about the reasons why I was born without my permission. The biggest betrayal that I could think of. 

At this conjecture, Philosophy of Travel and the Philosophy of coloration of the soul is what is buzzing in my head. 

To quote Guy Debord, "What was missing felt irretrievable, the extreme uncertainties of subsisting without working made excesses necessary and breaks definitive!"