A Stranger ...

I feel I am stranger in this place. Nothing belongs to me. Nothing knows me.I am so new. I take a deep breath and look around. Nothing is familiar. I feel I don't belong to this place nor to this people. Perplexed. I am wearing a dress which doesn't suit me. Its neither small nor big. It is just not mine. It is not stitched  for me. The colour, the pattern and the style. It doesn't reflect my sense of taste. But why did I put it on? And why I am wearing this so long?

The place is absurd. Everything in here is absurd. It makes no sense. I fail every time I make sense of everything here. It doesn't offer me anything. I can't find anything. It doesn't treasure any valuables. It is a wild forest. I am walking in the wilderness. I should find my way out. I am lost. I don't understand their language. I don't understand anything they say. I need to find my way out. Why I should take a walk here? Why did I come here? I must change my direction. Or can I not walk at all?

As a matter of fact, all these while I managed to exist: co-exist. Part of me did not exist. Or partially existed. Or selectively existed.  Now, I have a sudden desire to exist. Complete existence. Then  co existence?

I am a strange loner. I can't take the absurdities of life. I don't want to. I don't have to.  It is my choice which is made of free will. And no will is free. For there is no action made of free will. I don't want to be conditioned by absurdities. I dislike to be  circumstanced.  I'd rather be a stranger. It is more than being a survivalist. I don't just want to survive. I want to live. Live to the fullest. And, it is not abnormal.

I don't know if they know me.  I don't know if they want to know me. But I know:  I am a perfect stranger in this place.