The wrong impression of me
- March 19th, 2009
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I just realized tonight that in a crowd no one really paid attention to me. No one glanced at me. Not even secretly observed me from the corner of their eyes.
And this is so surprising albeit relieving.
Because I have been having an impression that I was some sort of an anti-social artist, a jail breaker or a runaway child. All those kinds of people who desired social attention at the very least.
Now that I know I’m free. I can draw my attention into the silence existence of me, freely.
I am a free man.