There are days when identity feels like a storm — wild, honest, unfiltered.
Days where being “too much” is simply being true.
If you’ve ever felt like your intensity didn’t fit the world around you,
this one is for you.
Sometimes the most radical act is simply to be yourself
without apology, without disguise, without shrinking.
Here is a short manifest:
Mad and Proud
I’m a madman —
I own it, I don’t hide it.
Today, I exist.
Tomorrow? Maybe I won’t.
My goal: freedom.
An illusion, perhaps — a chosen insanity.
My enemy: constancy.
I live… and then my presence fades.
My passion: writing.
No fixed path, no borders.
I am nothing but my mood —
Fiction today, depth tomorrow.
I write for everyone,
And for no one at all.
A mirror, a probe,
A reflection of the soul.
My life: ordinary.
Empty pockets, loyal spirit.
Rebel heart, simple style.
Simplicity is my rule — and vital.
Yes, I’m a madman.
A messy life, a scattered mind.
Proud of it, proud of all of it —
To live fully, not just exist.
I’m no saint.
But I don’t lie — that’s certain.
Sorry if the truth surprises you:
Being myself…
that is my crown.
Feel free to share your reflections below.
What part of this resonates with you today?
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Until next time, take care.
Warmly,
Odel A.
There is no greater compliment than being too much, though at first it definitely reads (and is sometimes meant) like an insult.
Expertly done, bravo 👑