Hi there. It’s me.
Days have stationed themselves as soldiers in an infinite domino that tipped
one after another – to the very moment of the year 2022, the month of October, the day 24, the 10th hour and the 19th minute. With seconds racing to the 60th count.
I wondered what has changed for me since the start of this strange wordpress page I have spuriously churned out from my incoherent mind. One thing I’m certain is my age. I’m 28.
I simply followed the instruction sheet from the calendar. It moves from one day to another. So did I. I wished I could say that I have made it as a 28 year old that the crowd woos over. Well, I’m a wallpaper.
Present where the occasion deems fit, but losing myself as I fail to conquer the cultural vibes that a crowd of three creates. I can’t seem to change things around me, though I try hard. It seems my initiative drive and proactiveness have been slight-lined as a disdain and a smear of disgust. A slime trying to stick to the glue.
It seems that the relationships I’ve tried to built are shaky and thorny. With the years of rugged lessons I missed, my human interactions with people are as an alien theory. The absentee parents and the abusive sister and the broken brother – that’s all I see in others. The same threesome has tainted the relationships I have with other fellow humans. But I see an opening, an example I could follow. Perhaps God will lead me there very soon.
Learning to live at 23 