a re-match: right vs. wrong.

I feed on freedom.. if not physically, mentally. I have the right to be wrong. I don't dwell on what people might think or say about me- I know who I am. I'm too often judged and stereotyped, but I realized as long as I'm myself at heart, and that in my honest reasoning I am right.. then I am.


There had always been this constant battle that silently resides in me. Over the years it grew… crossing one boundary over the other each time. Shouldn’t the word ‘right’ be a relative term? Depending on what situation, matters of contradicting opinions regarding the origin of circumstances, and of one’s life acted upon? How do you set boundaries on religion, culture… and the state of mind?

In silence I question. I am torn between my religious duties; of what society perceives to be acceptable… and my growing hunger to live a life free of it.