In all of our own rights, we are always pretending to be someone we’re not. What shapes you? What shields you from the world?
We look back at the people who used to be a major part of our lives. And we can’t help but wonder, is it they who changed, or we who changed?
Is it that they changed, or is it their true self all along?
Today’s afternoon sun is blazing. It’s the kind of light that pierces your eyes and you can barely see anything clearly ahead of you.
I woke up today, challenging myself to do something, that I’ve been procrastinating for a few days. I can’t bring myself to do it, though. Maybe, the sting of rejection is worse than I thought it to be.