Visiting to this blog makes me feel like visiting the tomb of my Mr. Hyde.

Am I the same person? I don’t know.

What would 14 years older me say to the one who wrote all these?

Would the younger one disappointed with the older self?

How different will I think 10 years later reading these?

I often think about this. I don’t know if I would have chosen to learn/know all the things I have learnt so far, if I had the choice. I think I would have preferred not knowing if I had the chance. This funny thing called experience makes me feel heavy.

Perhaps the notorious word ignorance is not as bad as it sounds

(His trembling lovely voice)

In time, we learn to “put up with” our “weakness”es. What you see is anger, what’s present there is heartbreak and frustration. Especially for men.

Indeed it’s never the same, is it? One feels holes, cracks inside, never fills again. You acknowledge them inside and learn to live with them.

Heart

This is all I’m going to say for now.