In fiction, we wonder if life has a meaning.
In real life, it takes us too many years to understand that it does.
From the first day of our existence, rules apply to our lives.
What seems politically correct and promises good life.
Yet, could you manage to live a life not being you?
Or to live under someone else unique vision without consideration?
I've always known that the future ahead wasn't adapted to who I am.
Not because I felt superior or elitism.
But because of the harm of seeing the scruffiness of inequalities and stereotypes rising even inside our closest circles.
Let's keep honest,
Many of us tempt to make this report visible and somehow provide solutions.
And so they keep calling the instigators.
I've met many like me, "world birds."
Yet only a few of us dare to release true identities, face opponents, unveil false and unrated labels given to us only to let us down and take away fair opportunities from us.