Rewiring

I always knew I’m wired differently – the eternal rebel who looked down on compliance as sub-par to existence on this planet.

It was the frantic attempts at rewiring that amused me. Parents, teachers, partners, colleagues, children … all of whom that I was an aberration to be ashamed of, a mistake to be corrected, a vagabond to be shown the comforts of a home and being owned.

The battle continues… till wires collapse, and the electric current ceases to move me.

What will they write in the obituaries? She was different, but oh so….

I’d love to hear refreshed perspectives.