Sometimes, I wish I were different. I’d like to live one day not being myself, but as someone else. A celebrity, a popular kid in school. A bimbotic camwhore girl, a sporty muscular jock. A teacher, a cleaner, a food stall owner. A principal. Anything but myself.
I want to look at the world through a more experienced perspective, I want to see what others see that I cannot. I want to see things in a different limelight, experience things that before that I’ve never liked. Just for one day, I’d like to not be me. I’d like to be someone else, if it’s just for one day.
Identity thief.
Sometimes, I imagined myself growing up in a different habitat. I imagined myself born in USA, UK, Europe, Africa. I imagined being born to poor peasants, I imagined myself receiving help from donation organizations I used to donate to. I imagined myself, instead of going to school and receiving proper education, helping out in the scorching fields of the midday sun, bent over plucking weeds. I imagined myself having to walk a mile every single day just for clean water. What would you be like, if you were the same you from another era, another place, another life?
Philosophically mindblowing
And then I wonder, why do we hate all the things that are good for us, but love the things that can harm us. Is it some sort of natural protest we have against our own humanity?
Sometimes, maybe I just think too much.
But maybe, just maybe, if I get to live the life of someone else in one day, it’ll be a whole lot clearer what this entire thing called humanity means to me.
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