Moving on

It was only a bit over 60 days ago, but I know that I am not the same person again. It's amazing how life is assailable-- in all possible ways. How circumstances can pierce to every nerve and make its scars last, forming a beautiful deformity.

They say it takes 21 days to make something as habit, however, I beg to disagree. I reckon it only takes one upheaval second to change everything. Every aspect in you. Everything is changing but I'm okay with it. I subtly seen myself change, because I see the same face in that unfamiliar mirror.

I hear strange words from extrinsic voices telling how commendable I am. Too congenial, too exceptional beyond belief. I never noticed, I never cared. I just wanted a difference-- for myself, and the people around me.

I learn own my own, but I learn from others. From their stories, their life experiences. As this Romanian Proverb, "Only the foolish learn from experience — the wise learn from the experience of others."

It's never late to change, never too late to doing something better. To make people happy, to be rather poor and content. Most of all, harmonious with yourself, this world and all the things living in it.