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I may be growing up, growing old, but not necessarily growing any wiser.
Randomly looked at some of my old posts, life sure has changed. For one, I couldn't care less about my haircuts now.
I've decided, rather than drowning myself in melancholy and pondering over what is and could have been, I should just do something about it.
These days, as steely as I've become in a professional capacity, emotionally I may be regressing to that young little boy I used to know. They say one becomes who they pretend to be. That may be true initially but it's starting to feel like one merely buries who they truly are, waiting to resurface violently in its battered form to rip apart the has been and is.
Randomly looked at some of my old posts, life sure has changed. For one, I couldn't care less about my haircuts now.
I've decided, rather than drowning myself in melancholy and pondering over what is and could have been, I should just do something about it.
These days, as steely as I've become in a professional capacity, emotionally I may be regressing to that young little boy I used to know. They say one becomes who they pretend to be. That may be true initially but it's starting to feel like one merely buries who they truly are, waiting to resurface violently in its battered form to rip apart the has been and is.
