Today, I am in complete control of my senses and my beliefs.
And the very next moment I feel love.
I love myself.
I am egoistic, egotistic, narcissistic atheist whose true god is pleasure.
Pleasure is the sole sense that can instigate me enough to
question my beliefs,
to mould them,
to camouflage them,
to make me feel that I am a god.
But being a god does not stop me from questioning why I feel secure.
I feel secure because the moment I was born,
they told that the walls surrounding me will protect me.
They told me that clothes I wear would protect me from extreme heat and cold,
and somehow magically would protect something called my pride and my true self.
I have a pride, an ego that every living entity is ingrained with, but only humans can protect it and cherish it.
I have burnt my clothes now and burnt those walls down.
And there I am, thinking why I feel the way I do.
I am the perfect product, the one they wanted.
I seek pleasure, I seek myself.
They say I am deeply disturbed.
I say I am deeply happy.
