Rebel

I’m still thinking about what my flatmate asked me the other day  ~  " Do you consider yourself a rebel who's purposely fighting against something ? "

Literally I don't classify myself as one but perhaps “ rebels ” are somehow inevitable at certain age and circumstances like fighting against old system of beliefs 、 tuths 、patterns 、 rules 、 injustice、visions or freedom . And when it comes to me ， I am only fighting against my own past ， who I was forced to become ， who I was in the eyes of others ， their expectations of me and roles I had to play to be able to survive .....  It’s that realness of the invisible world underneath my skin that I want to fight for .... for the freedom of my own soul ， for  able to be who I amwithout feeling shame ；  for my core voice to be heard ， the survival of the inner child，the expression of my demons ， fears and anxieties  ；for a catharsis of the heart – to get rid of the darkness other people have forced into my pure heart ； for the acceptance of our precious  vulnerability – the source of love ，empathy ，intimacy and creativity.

So ，No  ，I’m not a rebel ... I'm just genuine to myself and to the world  !