HoMo rebelis ...

I've got a vision Of a NEw species Heralding the face of planet EArth... A species that won't be hiding itself behind the masks, or shall have to follow Pseudo-Ethics ... A species that shall drop its Banal Quest for Prescribed Perfection...

Why are we never contended with ourself ? Why are we always looking upto someone else ?
The nature abhors Pastiche !! a Rose never endeavors to be a lotus, neither does a lotus endeavor to be a Rose. Thence why do our parents and other so-called Guardians of the Society, always want us to emulate someone or the other ?

Coming to think of it, Lord Rama, didn't become great because he was trying to emulate other gods, Swami Vivekanand didn't become Great trying to imitate someone... Every Great person ... Embraced his individuality and held on to it...

The society is afraid of individuality, afraid of someone Asking WHY THIS and NOT That ?! Machiavelli, in his book, The PRINCE, says that toughest thing to do is to initiate social change ...
people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable, are condemned and are tagged as Lunatics or Rebels or worst, WANNABES ... Why ? Cause, deep down under society wants to break the realms of Rules, Order and Symphony and Delve into CHAOS ... People Self-Loathe and are scared of WHAT WILL PEOPLE SAY, WHAT WILL THEY THINK ???? The 2 biggest Questions that Ruin and Proscribe people from JOY of being themselves ...

The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder. The Murder Of Souls... The murder of Individuality by suffocating the freedom to be ourselves ...

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.

Sex, Which is supposed to the most Primal joy in a man's life is TABOOED, Funny thing about SEX is, its Loved when its DARK, but HATED when under the LIght !!
Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But, it's usually too battered with rules to be heard, and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move. We cripple ourselves with lies.

We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict. People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Death has no biases ... it loves everyone Alike... The way people are ... People can become their true self when they Die...


so, Homo rebelis is growing right beneath your neck, talking truths you don't like, asking questions, Evolving sooner than you think ....

WHERE IS THE WILL TO BE YOURSELF ????