Are you flowing in, or flowing out?

Sometimes I forget that while I’m a permahappy tropical island-bred Brady Buncher with high-brow tastes and low-brow needs, I’m also a Gotham-infused badass with a geekcore and a penchant for literary expressionism.

I try to kill that complex character in favor of a simpler life experience — you know, for one that people look happy being and doing. So craft a more marketable and commercially-acceptable personal brand I do (as to not stick out), but when I am left with nothing else but my heart, mind and soul to fend for itself, I see glimpses of the person I try to snub out…

That undefinable, un-categorizable, other-culture subject, dressed-in-conventional-clothing humanoid forcing herself to be normal, when what I really am, is anything but. When I’m reminded of this, everything that happened or is happening begins to make complete sense.

Someone once said I’m too fluid to hold, but rivers flow just fine along its banks.

Maybe I’ve been looking for containers to flow into, when what I ought to be doing is just flow… outward.

Then maybe one day, I’ll see that I’m a river that has carved a bank to guide my stream.

What about you? Are you flowing in or flowing out?

P/S: This piece is inspired by this track.