If I were Maslow my hierarchy of needs would start with ‘a room of one’s own’, everything else would follow.
If I were a wolf I would be one in Ethiopia separated from her clan for some reason and on a long journey to find another that would accept me. A wolf named Saba.
And if I were a plant I would definitely be a bonsai. A plant that does not grow even when it’s given plenty of space to do so. Or just cannot grow because it’s dead inside, Bonsai, what a perfect analogy to my life,
We might all be in the gutter Wilde, but some of us don’t give a shit about the stars… इतिहास सायद जित्नेहरुको लागि मात्र होइन, केवल बाँच्नेहरुको लागि पनि हो, जिन्दगी झेल्नेहरुका लागि पनि हो ।