
People always live by rules. Those created by society and certain religious faiths try to limit the harm we can potentially do unto others. Those created by our self mostly try to limit the harm we can potentially do unto our selves. And it's the latter that holds the most enigma. Cultivated through years of experiments, through vicariously experiencing life through others, through one personal belief or other, these rules are held stubbornly fast and dear. They make us feel safe and protected. Most of all, they allow us to go through the years in a comfortable middle ground. Never particularly hurt, never particularly joyful. The middle.
I hate turning inward but turn I will. If only to reflect that I made mistakes, there exists flaws I have to correct and there are barriers I have to resist re-building.
Can't go back but can be better.





