moment of thought

I was feeling bored while waiting for the Z monster to attack me. The late late supper decided to take longer than normal to digest. A short walk would do the trick. And so I walked around my room. I could not resist scrutinizing my NS photos for the umpteenth time. It was taken in another world. The world I am in now, is more complicated. The time when I was bald, nothing ran through my mind except the dread of wearing green every morning. Now that dread is replaced by other things.

Life is great, oh yeah! But all great things still have flaws. It is not by choice that I lament over how personal wants conflict with what is on offer. A marriage of interests never seem to happen. How do I put it? I do not think that what I am doing is wrong. Rather, what I am doing only acts to my detriment. Acting to my detriment is not wrong. There are other factors to consider. Now, I should throw aside all my concerns and be who I want to be. History will remain history and will only serve as a lesson, not shackles. It is time to start on a fresh piece of paper. It is time to begin writing a new story.

*burp*
To be honest, burping at 3.30am is not healthy. Neither is being wide awake at this hour. I have to pen this thought of mine to get a load off. I feel lighter already.