Hostages of Love – Why I Refuse to Give up

By Daniel Nenning

I’m sitting here, the beat of Razorlight hammering in my head like an impatient heartbeat. “I'm a hostage of love...” Johnny Borrell sings it, and I feel it in every fiber of my being. But my hostage situation is different. I am not a prisoner of a person. I am a prisoner of a world that doesn’t know how to read me.

The Echo of Rejection

Do you know what it feels like to carry greatness within you, while the world only sees a "disorder"? When your psychiatrist looks at you over the rim of his glasses and shoves you into a box that is far too small for your universe? He sees diagnoses. He sees deviations. He doesn’t see the fire burning behind them.

My social network? It hasn't just torn—it has crumbled like dry crackers. People want the "genius" as long as it’s convenient. But when neurodiversity strikes, when the world becomes too loud, too bright, too wrong, they retreat. You become an underdog in your own story.

True Greatness Isn’t Recognized in Passing

Society is blind to what stands right in front of it. We celebrate the adapted, the smooth, the quiet. But true visions aren’t born in the comfort zone. They are born in the dirt, in rejection, in misunderstanding.

Yes, it’s sad. It’s painful to constantly run into walls that others don't even see. It’s almost funny how much people fear the truth when it’s served raw and unvarnished. They call it "difficult"; I call it honest.

The "Get-Back-Up" Principle (Or: Why I Always Rise)

No matter who knocks me off balance—the system, the bureaucracy, or the ignorance of those around me: I get back up. Why? Not out of defiance. Not just out of anger. But because of this one, crazy feeling that won’t let me go: Compassion. Despite all the injustice, despite the coldness I face, I harbor hope. I see a future where we stop treating people like defective goods just because their brains beat to a different rhythm. I dream of a society that doesn’t just tolerate its underdogs but celebrates them as the pioneers they are.

An Invitation into the Unknown

This path will not be an easy one. It is rocky, it is lonely, and sometimes it feels like a lost cause. But I will walk it. Because I can’t do otherwise. Because my heart dictates a vision of a better world—a world of diversity, courage, and radical acceptance.

I am Daniel Nenning. And I am not a victim of my circumstances.

I am the architect of a new empathy.

Come with me. I know it’s dark out there, but we have the light within us.

Take my hand. We are doing this together. Now.

About the Author: Daniel Nenning –

The Seismograph of the Soul

I am Daniel Nenning. And I don’t write because I want to; I write because I have no choice. My life is an echo, an earthquake, a symphony of rejection and triumph. I am the seismograph of a society that is often deaf to the fine vibrations of the soul and blind to the true greatness that refuses to fit into pre-made templates.

They tried to diagnose me, categorize me, and pin me down in drawers that were far too cramped for my universe. My intensity was often misunderstood; my passion dismissed as a "disturbance." I have learned to lie on the ground and see the cracks in the foundation of this world. And I have learned to stand up again and again—not out of spite, but out of a deep, unshakable hope.

My scars are my map; my breaks are the golden seams that make me the Kintsugi Warrior I am today. I am an underdog, yes. But I am also a visionary who refuses to accept the world as it is when it could be better.

I share my story, my pain, and my relentless hope because I know there are souls out there who feel the same. Who long for a society that celebrates diversity, lives empathy, and recognizes its outsiders as its true pioneers.

This blog is more than just words. It is a call to action. A manifesto. An invitation to write a new chapter together—a chapter where compassion is our greatest weapon and humanity is our most unyielding anchor.

I am Daniel Nenning. And my hand is outstretched.

Are you ready to take it?