Humans are revolutionaries being, we could turn things upside down in a matter of seconds. We grew up, altered, and decayed without realizing it. I used to be mad if my mom told me that I was changing. I refused the allegation because it gave me the impression of a bad guy. I denied the bad traits within myself, even though deep inside I admitted that I wasn’t the same person as I used to be. I disliked myself, nobody likes to be bad. But I would no longer deny if anybody would hit me up and said “Hey you changed a lot.”, instead I would regard it as a compliment.
“Life has forced me to advance this way,” I would reply.
I saw myself as the chameleon-type of person who easily gets acquainted with a new environment. You might see me in a blond-dyed hair– chilling with a pack of cigarettes for a day during the summer, then losing his presence– alienated like a boring cub by the next month. Day-by-day, I mastered the ability to become accustomed to all the strange things happening around me. Then at a certain point, I felt numb, phlegmatic, desensitized. How come I’d gone silent in many insane, robust, stormy, tempestuous circumstances. It’s his virtue that makes a person prominent, and I felt like losing my ground.
I found it’s hard to answer someone questioning, “What do you value in your life?“. At that moment, I reopened my pages, back onto my childhood. Everything became unclear. Random scenes were bursting out of my neurons, occupying my headspace.
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