I want to laugh, I want to cry. I want to feel good, I want to feel bad. I want to love, I want to hate. I want to enjoy, I want to suffer. I want friends, I want enemies. I want to curse, I want to praise. I want to read, I want to forget. I want company, I want to be alone. I want to fly in bliss, I want to drown in melancholy.
I donât want to learn any art to live artificially. I donât want my canvas painted red, blue or green, white or black. I donât want the strings of my heart fiddled. I donât want my soul tamed by hope or fear. I donât want to lose my natural impulse, instinct and whims. I donât wish to get excited by artificial smiles and hollow words. I donât want to dissolve myself into a chorus. I want to be the shrillest voice in cacophony.
I want to be natural !
