I used to think it was laziness.
If I were alone in the world, I would wake up in the morning with a smile, gaze at the tall trees around, step farther from my hut, check my traps to see the animals they've caught. After sorting out my life a bit, I would chase lizards all about, that would give me joy. Afterwards,I would get something to eat, take a nap, then resume back to chasing lizards, that would give me joy.
I used to think I was lazy. I am a great mind, I have a great mind, but little are my achievements. What's there to write about in this polluted carton you call 'The world'. I have tried to fit in, but I just can't. I am a hybrid, more of an alien to you people. Your ideas, lifestyle, philosophies and cultures do not suit me. I envy you when you gyrate to sound of tunes, I wish I could dance too.
You have painted this creation with sentiments, feelings that can't but complicate matters.
You have to pardon me but I don't see any sense in most things you do.
I would be a great writer like Sidney Sheldon, but what's there in creating a fictional world.
I would change this world like Mandela, but changing a part of a whole doesn't amuse me.
I will pretend to be one of you; I will get a good job, marry a wonderful woman, father cute kids, do things that attract respect and stay happy, but really, I would prefer being alone in my world.
Let me go back to chasing lizards now!
But,
Here I am on Steemit. The insightful posts and wonderful people get me going. I feel among