I thought the question you were going to ask was, "What are YOU smuggling?" I imagined my life having a psychological border, like from one country to another -- emotional, mental, spiritual, sexual, cultural, economical "borders" guarded by criticism, judgment, prejudice, wishes, beliefs.... and here I come every day, just me and my donkey and I get searched and detained while the guards look for the contraband of my existence; finding nothing. Years later I finally admit that all along I was smuggling the Secret of Happiness .... and I was hiding it from myself.
I thought the question you were going to ask was, "What are YOU smuggling?" I imagined my life having a psychological border, like from one country to another -- emotional, mental, spiritual, sexual, cultural, economical "borders" guarded by criticism, judgment, prejudice, wishes, beliefs.... and here I come every day, just me and my donkey and I get searched and detained while the guards look for the contraband of my existence; finding nothing. Years later I finally admit that all along I was smuggling the Secret of Happiness .... and I was hiding it from myself.
Very interesting story! Thought provoking! I like your new hair style!