I chose the red pill, even before knowing I had a choice.
I was born at 1am, eyes wide-open by the time everybody else is sleeping.
I used to conduct the Moscow Philharmonic Orchestra every Saturday morning at the tender age of 4, in front of the TV, while my mother took advantage of those two hours of tranquility.
I fell in love at 7, while the object of my passion still cried if the arm of her doll got broken.
I was depressed at 9, as soon as I found ridiculous to be walked by my parent's hand every Sunday.
I felt lonely at 12, when I notice I was the only one among my friends being conscious of my own individuality in the Universe.
I had philosophical night conversations in a school trip bus at 14, while the other guys were just thinking of the swimming pool bikini party at the hotel.
I failed big time at kissing girls at 15, in the thought that i could be more successful by talking politely instead of grabbing their head and kiss them directly.
I finally got my polite kiss 3 years later. Every kiss after that was grab&kiss style, for efficiency's sake.
I used to forget final exam dates at 22 during University. I didn't give a damn once I noticed I passed them with better grades anytime I didn't give a damn.
3 years later, I didn't give a damn about passing exams just to become another predictable checker on the board.
At 25, I jumped out the hamster wheel, and escaped from a cage with food and clean water toward the unpredictability of my own fate. By then, many people considered I was insane.
At 34, despite all stones on the path, I keep thinking insanity would have been not to have jumped out.
I was born at 1am, eyes wide-open by the time everybody else is sleeping.
I used to conduct the Moscow Philharmonic Orchestra every Saturday morning at the tender age of 4, in front of the TV, while my mother took advantage of those two hours of tranquility.
I fell in love at 7, while the object of my passion still cried if the arm of her doll got broken.
I was depressed at 9, as soon as I found ridiculous to be walked by my parent's hand every Sunday.
I felt lonely at 12, when I notice I was the only one among my friends being conscious of my own individuality in the Universe.
I had philosophical night conversations in a school trip bus at 14, while the other guys were just thinking of the swimming pool bikini party at the hotel.
I failed big time at kissing girls at 15, in the thought that i could be more successful by talking politely instead of grabbing their head and kiss them directly.
I finally got my polite kiss 3 years later. Every kiss after that was grab&kiss style, for efficiency's sake.
I used to forget final exam dates at 22 during University. I didn't give a damn once I noticed I passed them with better grades anytime I didn't give a damn.
3 years later, I didn't give a damn about passing exams just to become another predictable checker on the board.
At 25, I jumped out the hamster wheel, and escaped from a cage with food and clean water toward the unpredictability of my own fate. By then, many people considered I was insane.
At 34, despite all stones on the path, I keep thinking insanity would have been not to have jumped out.
