I lost my train of thought years ago when I should have enjoyed being a child without thinking about what I wanted to be as an adult.
I lost my train of thought, and now that I'm an adult, I miss not knowing what it means to be a child.
I've always thought about what I could have been without knowing who I really was. In the time of "you have to" the one of "I want to" has no space, and in space, the time to be what you don't know you want to be does not exist.
I packed my bags to try and play under another sky. I built a new body, learned a new language, and for a while, not knowing who I was and being who I wasn't felt like a game.
But the game of not being what you are doesn't last long.
What do I have to be then to be who I want to be?
I should be a career woman.
I should be a wife.
I should be a mother.
I should be a good daughter.
I should go back to my country.
I should stay in my country.
I should be quiet.
I should be patient.
I should be grateful.
I should learn to be what I'm not, and only then will I be who I say I am.
A little child-lie which seeks to be an adult in a world that does not belong to her.