I Guess We Are All Growing Up for Some Meanings

Would it be easier when the only two choices you have are black and white?
(pict by. IDH)

I’ve been trying to think out of myself. It has been many ridiculous moments for me to see my own reflection, realizing that I am actually a grown up man who actually exist with sort of marshmallow-flavored emotion that is deeply implanted inside my body. For so many times, I make it even worse by accessorizing it with extra flakes of dip-shit anxieties.

I certainly don’t know what am I doing with myself, I am somehow out of control. It has been intensively bothering me. In fact, I do realize how the surrounding forces start to make notice about what these noises have done. I have never been seriously willing to have the spirit of Aristotle to accompany my mind during the hard times. Technically, the thought that I used to think will help me get out of the problem is just letting me down the drain, repeatedly.

I’m starting to realize that someday things are going to be even unbearable. Considering that I live a pretty much healthy life, the more and more complex situation are required to be done. In a conscious manner I’m also saying that someday I cannot even find any favors from the entities I used to run into when things are just getting tough.

I wish the time would be more accommodative in helping me to grow up some essential skills in living this life. At least help me to slap my face very hard, so I could understand that humans are made with some specific natures that, no matter how, we are not able cross. Help me to build a set of full awareness that I cannot ever reach things that are off limits.

Brace me to find my own answer without a hand ready to catch me when I’m falling.

This is probably the time.

Let me return with some useful stories that worth sharing.