Freedom.
I was actually a bit productive today and I shall go mad through lack of sleep because I slept pretty late last night and having to wake up early in the morning. So today I've made a conclusion. A distinct one. I've said it many times in the previous posts, but now I feel like emphasizing it again, I want to remind you again. Just a friendly reminder. Those who are happy doesn't depend on anything or anyone to make them happy but instead they are thankful for everything they have. Typing that, makes me happy.
The simple things in life can be enjoyed if you just take the time to feel it from your soul, not just from your bare eyes. Stop locking yourself. Maybe happiness is too subjective. I somehow forgot how to unfold my feelings, I always have this sudden urge to write but then it started to become horizontal, so flat like I don't know where this would go so I just have to follow the flow and see where this heads to. I miss that feeling when you know exactly what you want to say and you just keep on typing unfolding feelings and turn them into words. Such a relief. But I forgot how to do that. Maybe I don't see things in a different perspective anymore, maybe I am buried deep in the ground, digesting the dirt that the world has given me. Literally. Or maybe I am loss for words like I always do.
Another pointless post but actually what do you really think when you read this blog? We cannot run away from judgments, that's reality, one thing that we cannot avoid. Maybe I am afraid of the judgments that I may receive for what I write. Probably that's why I don't go around promoting this emo-blog of mine. I may not have the most welcoming, angelic face in the whole wide world but there is a high chance that you will get to know me more if you just scroll down, reading lines by lines.
I have become an introvert. I only talk when I want to; I talk about the things that intrigues me, something that I am interested in. I have become so overly attached with my cocoon, so comfortable in my own comfort zone. But despite that, I am absolutely comfortable being "shy" if you think I am. All I need is a reason to interact, that's it. I have a weakness. Do you know what it is? It is honesty. I just don't give two shits about what you think. Haha. Apologies. I hope I can say that to someone, but I can't. But don't get me wrong, I can be bubbly too, that's another side of me, which not everyone has the chance to see. Because I only value those who are close to me. I can say that I'm a good listener too because I expect people to treat me the same. But one of these days, I at times wish someone would care enough to take the risk of knowing me a little deeper beneath my outer surface. Then I figure, introverts are very much like caterpillars, so dull, monotonous, prosaic whatever you call it. But once you get to know them stage by stage, you'll realize how beautiful they are, just like butterflies. Perasan.
Another pointless post but actually what do you really think when you read this blog? We cannot run away from judgments, that's reality, one thing that we cannot avoid. Maybe I am afraid of the judgments that I may receive for what I write. Probably that's why I don't go around promoting this emo-blog of mine. I may not have the most welcoming, angelic face in the whole wide world but there is a high chance that you will get to know me more if you just scroll down, reading lines by lines.
I have become an introvert. I only talk when I want to; I talk about the things that intrigues me, something that I am interested in. I have become so overly attached with my cocoon, so comfortable in my own comfort zone. But despite that, I am absolutely comfortable being "shy" if you think I am. All I need is a reason to interact, that's it. I have a weakness. Do you know what it is? It is honesty. I just don't give two shits about what you think. Haha. Apologies. I hope I can say that to someone, but I can't. But don't get me wrong, I can be bubbly too, that's another side of me, which not everyone has the chance to see. Because I only value those who are close to me. I can say that I'm a good listener too because I expect people to treat me the same. But one of these days, I at times wish someone would care enough to take the risk of knowing me a little deeper beneath my outer surface. Then I figure, introverts are very much like caterpillars, so dull, monotonous, prosaic whatever you call it. But once you get to know them stage by stage, you'll realize how beautiful they are, just like butterflies. Perasan.
