Friday, August 29
"On the road that I have taken,
one day, walking, I awaken,
amazed to see where I have come,
where I'm going, where I'm from.
This is not the path I thought.
This is not the place I sought.
This is not the dream I bought,
just a fever of fate I've caught."
----The Book of Counted Sorrows
It's quite amazing, to find yourself gazing into a mirror where the reflection becomes a stranger to you. Perhaps somehow you didn't quite realise your self, or that you just assumed something else. Maybe so, but nothing just ever seem the same anymore, not when you have by force, or by nature, unplugged yourself from a world where everything seems just fine, to a world where you suddenly seem so insecure, so unsure of your steps. Treacherous, but yet you can handle it, even though you are surrounded by so many unfamiliar faces, deeming even yourself an unknown image. But that's because you are changing. And that's not necessarily a bad deal, the only side effect is that you lose yourself in the person you are trying create.
I don't want that to happen.
Posted by Isabelle at 7:06 pm