No narrative post lately. Oh yes, I have been occupied by things, some of them relatively unimportant, but still, I felt obliged to take care of it.
It also has been a long long time I haven’t look at the mirror, metonymically. And I have just realized how far I’ve grown up. Seeing from the way I proceed my tasks, looking from the steps I take in managing my emotions, and furthermore, judging from how I can accept the price of ignorance, which is happiness.
When you try to see the life from a very different angle, you will never look at the world as the same world you saw. In the matter of fact, I am kinda feeling lost. Is this it? What I’ve been thinking?
I am not really get used to let somethings in my possession go and fade away, which is stupid and silly, and the feelings, I admit it, remain. Pain, and just pain. But as I said, I consider the price of some ignorance.
The velocity is low, but I am moving. Frictions present, but I am going forward. What is the best way to heal yourself? Feel the pain, and heal. You learn to ride bicycle by riding it.
It is the matter of time. Everything will pass. Yeah, this is not a steady state condition. It is absolutely time-dependent.
craved for books.
And it’s me, a girl who is now 23 year old, still loves purple a lot, misses her home and family so much, acknowledges all of her friends who remember her birthday.










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