Selectively Juggling

Should I set the scene in a utopian landscape, or a sun-lit noir dystopia? Am I powerful? Powerless? Impoverished or privileged? Do I have agency and influence over my life? Or am I like a rag doll that’s left to senselessly ride the turbulent waves of life? Am I educated? Or ignorant? Do I live in a concrete jungle bereft of all greenery? Or am I privileged to live deep in nature? Perhaps as an alchemist, a healer? Yes, that is it! I live deep in the forest, where streams flow freely under the watchful eye of dappled sunlight. I live a life of simple abundance, never hungry, as I am able to grow my own food. Instead of healing through counselling, as I do on this realm, in this existence, I heal through intuitive alchemy. I have a small circle of family and friends, and am fiercely loyal, secretive almost. I am keeper of secrets, long passed down through generations. I am free-spirited, wild and untamed, with long golden locks. My green eyes shielding my soul. I am an enigma, unlike in this realm where I’m mistaken as a doormat, taken for granted, day after day. No, in the other existence I am highly sort out, my talents speak for themselves. I am egoless, free and just ‘me’.