Rockin the Dragon That’s Me

Why I Like Being Seen as a Bit Odd and Mysterious

These days, I am embracing my inner Lao Tzu…..

…..and not the sepia-toned, Birkenstock sandal-wearing caricature you’d see on book covers at a metaphysical bookstore. No, I’m talking about the full-force, cloudriding, mystery-wrapped-in-an-enigma dragon Lao Tzu. The one that left Confucius so stunned that he muttered something to the effect of, “That man rides the wind—I got nothing.”

Yes, I said it. I am a dragon. Or more precisely, The Chocolate Taoist in Dragon Form. Uncaged. Unbothered. Unapologetically mystical.

And if that sounds a little odd, good. In fact, it’s necessary.

Because in times like these where everyone’s screaming for clarity, predictability, and ten-point plans, I’ve come to realize that the most potent power move is to become a little weird. A little elusive. A bit Zhuangzi-ish after three cups of rice wine.

Let’s rewind. When Confucius first met Lao Tzu, he was expecting wisdom in the form of rules, like a bureaucratic TED Talk. Instead, he got riddles wrapped in silence, sprinkled with paradox. He left saying: “Birds fly, fish swim, beasts run—I can handle all that. But this man? He rides the wind. He’s a freakin’ dragon.”

Translation: Lao Tzu couldn’t be domesticated. He didn’t just know the Tao, he was it—slippery, flowing, untouchable.

That’s the energy I’m embodying now. Not the forced hustle. Not the grid-locked calendar. Not the performative social media monk routine. I’m living like water with wings. Like ether with a sense of humor.

And here’s where it gets spicy:

I’m not just the dragon. I’m also the dragonfly.

Oh yes. The iridescent, darting, mystic bug that hovers between worlds like it’s got VIP access to the matrix.

Have you ever seen one up close? It can pivot mid-air, fly backward, and shimmer in 12,000 colors without effort. It lives short but lives hard—a reminder to be here, be light, and move fast when it’s time.

Dragonflies teach what Lao Tzu practiced: don’t grip life, glide with it. See in all directions. Reflect light. Rest when you’re still. And when it’s time to move, don’t hesitate—vanish like the wind.

I don’t want to be pinned down. I want to be sensed. Felt in the subtle shift of the room. Whispered about by wise baristas. Misunderstood at public gatherings. You feel me?

Zhuangzi would.

That mad genius once dreamed he was a butterfly, then questioned whether he was actually a man dreaming of being a butterfly. Imagine how he’d vibe with me—The Chocolate Taoist, half-dragon, half-dragonfly, fully embracing the art of transcendental nonchalance. Zhuangzi would likely nod, sip some chrysanthemum tea, and say, “Yes, yes. Ride the absurdity, my brother. Ride it like a dragon on Red Bull.”

See, in a world that’s addicted to certainty and drowning in digital dopamine, the Taoist way is to evaporate from expectations. Reclusiveness isn’t retreat, it’s spiritual perimeter-setting. Mystery isn’t hiding, it’s choosing presence over performance.

When you live like a dragon, you move through clouds in a visible but unreachable way. You ride chaos with grace. You answer questions with silence, or better yet, with a story that leaves your audience even more confused but smiling.

When you live like a dragonfly, you bring lightness into dark rooms. You reflect the unseen. You remind people that beauty can hover, shimmer, and disappear all in one breath.

So what’s my advice?

In these neurotic, noisy, click-chasing times, be the dragon. Ride your own wind. Shift direction like a dragonfly. Stop trying to be “understood.” Rather, aim to be felt. Ditch the algorithmic self-help gospel. Instead, listen to the wind. Watch the leaves. Laugh at your reflection. And every now and then, just vanish.

Not everyone will get you. But the wise ones will feel the ripple in the air and whisper: “There goes a dragon.”

A Chocolate one.

Mysterious. Transcendent. Deliciously odd.

And damn proud of it.

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Diamond Michael Scott

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