A while has transpired between then and now.
In small squares of sticky paper, we write notes to ourselves, it's a private conversation deemed irrelevant with time and isn't that our existence?
I go two steps forward and one step back, I am used to it now.
I need to savour each moment of this year because I know it's mine to keep.
A sense of belonging is something we're all in pursuit of.
We can't handle it when someone says they don't do the conventional thing. It bogs us down because we spend our whole lives chasing after the conventional and the material, then comes Bill Gates or Einstein who completely demolished the equation of the road to a perfect, happy suburban life.