Vagabondage & gardening

Someone walking down a hill. photo by @Balance_Rng

To write about myself really is a difficult task. Back to school, I remember not liking it already; what do you like ? what do you wanna become later ? WHO ARE YOU ?? I already feel you all eye's on me. Is anybody even reading this??

Let's begin Les Confessions

You won't describe yourself as a shy person.

You will dance and sing in the streets, easily start a conversation with strangers around the globe, even try to humiliate yourself in public so you can prove to other you don't care ( which is, you will admit it, perfectly stupid and incoherent).

However, you barely post on social media. A poem, a photo twice a year. Even if you take pleasure sharing a bit of what's up in your life to far-away friends, you know, those beloved one you barely see because you met somewhere a life away from where you're taking the sun now, you won't do it much. Yes, you always have been shy about your internet presence. As if the digitization of life was stealing something from you and you had to stay away before you'd lost it for ever. You finally developed a social media, an internet, almost like a numeric technology paralysis.

So after a screeny childhood, meaning that every moment you could spend on a video game or a movie/video was spend on them regardless of every other thing you could do, at the age of twenty ( the lion appreciate the benefits of laziness ), you decided to go live outside.

Here begin the real story of yours.

You'd lost your first youth (as-well as your sight o-o) on screen and being-seen fear; so you ran away from the comfort of home, job money and "forever" friendships to see if you could restart a bit more as yourself, a bit more as a living thing. Everything one the green! [Important!! I'm here talking about myself and I and my own experiences of life. I'm the one who cannot manage to have an healthy use of technology. I don't mean any judgement about the online, screeny, geek community. And I'd like to deeply thanks them who are always supporting me when I have to deal with my phone of computer (I still yet am a connected person!!). ]

When you say ran away it is more like a on going Life thing. At the time I had no idea what happened, how it would turn out and what to do. Events of life cannot always been predicted as you cannot predict the finals repercussions of any decision you make. I was scared and immature. Beloved ones offered an abundance of emotional support and love so you could reach the will to do something you care about before you got back to the universal soup of love.

So voilà, I'm giving myself this double catharsis.

I wrote something authentic about myself and posted it on internet. Yet you can still dream about me posting my face. I wouldn't want to become a star so fast..

Martin's writing for Artivia magazine.