Fairydust Freedom and Crumbly Lies

To sit down and write seems another life. To muse over my life, to write it down and share it was once my thing. I feel the fairy powder has gone lost on me. Although nature here seems beyond a fairy magical land.

I still feel sharing, a reply, a sigh, a story back gives life. I rather would sit around a campfire. Someone brings a guitar, a poem, some vegan marshmallows and more. People hardly have time for each other. Working, scrolling . . . I hear Daftpunks: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger in my head now. Success, even the fake one, has become an addiction. Making us blind and then when stressed, burn-out, unhappiness, depression from it, people are blaming it on the individual and not society.

Full agenda’s have become socially rewarding. I started to believe in this as well or at least doubt myself a lot when I didn’t. I have no addictions besides my phone. (At least I am not scared being honest, though honesty can give a lot of negative feedback.)

They may say: be yourself! But when you do, they ridicule you or silence you.

Funny how traveling seems running, while I believe full agenda’s and success addictions are running and running and running. 


Sometimes i wished I could build my own house, but I do not have this ability, also not hidden, in me. That is okay. The expectation of always possible talents is exhausting. We seem to want be able to just do it all, instead of appreciating what we are already good at or just trying things out without expecting to be able too, and still try for the fun of it.
But yes I would build a house with help. Not a person mansplaining and showing off, but just giving information how you do it, believes in me, just helps me.

I also dream about the opposite. No house. Taking up my backpack and just going for months. Even if I can physically walk 5 km a day… to be free. Tired of car assurances, schoolsytem holding me and my mini family down.
Or one has to be in societies prison or one has to be off grid so free, nothing is ever in between. We mold and weld this society without possibility for living creative, original, our own way.
I do respect tax when earning enough, it can help many others, to pay assurance same, but why do I have to be a country. I will never be one. Borders are created out of hate and power. Also within country borders itself many more borders clearly and sometimes hidden.

We are not free. We want to believe this so bad, or we are just lucky we like average cliché living or are successful or are expected to be a bit weird. Then you wont notice. All fine, just do not make the average way better just to feel arrogantly good about oneself. 

I wish I felt welcome in this world, when it comes to humankind, I don’t.
Like wooly mammoths, dodo’s,

        scary fairies, fire spitting dragons, rainbow blood unicorns

                    and humans like me, we go extinct.


 

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  1. AnonymousJune 2, 2026 at 5:59 PM

    A world without borders is the ultimate civilisation we should strive for.

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