This belongs to Jaclyn.
Throughout my entire life, I’ve always felt like I was running away from the norms of society. I felt hunted by fashion magazines, beauty trends, and corporate America. “Just be normal,” they would say, while trying to change me. But I don’t like being normal. I like being me.
my fate
like the fox
I run with the hunted and
if I’m not the happiest
man on earth I’m surely the
luckiest man
alive.
– by Charles Bukowski
Question for my readers: I have seen this line as its own poem, “my fate“, and as part of a larger poem, “my doom smiles at me“. Does anyone know the story here?