Again and again I find myself at a starting point, well, more of like a checkpoint, like the ones on games. After the first 4 months of the year, 2018 continues to poke around my life. It has always amazed me what my day comes up with every single time. The world has always been my playground. Never my empty canvass for I can’t draw, rather a blank sheet of paper. Blue sky with chunky white clouds that I’ve always seen in shapes of everyday life and not just a ball of white smoke. Someone once said, it takes a special kind of eyes.
I have always and always come home to writing, whether typed on a blog, written on a scrap, on a napkin, on someone else’s notebook. I have always loved the feeling of how paper accommodates my words. I’m always going to be an old soul, will always believe chivalry shouldn’t die with time. Yet again people are less concerned with the kind of people they leave and more focused on what society expects out of them. I have never been of this world, and thus people have frowned, smirked or even spat at the decisions I have made in my life. It was never about what the world tells me, for I am not his but His. I have always made my decision according to what I have been given. I have never looked at my neighbour’s life and wished it was mine. I have never learned of a friend’s triumph and rained on their parade. I have always known, I’m of a different kind. My test questions are different from others, why should I answer them how the world dictates me to.
Many times have I tried to experiment, on people’s responses. Sometimes I say things, just to see how people would react and get the real answers I need. I have always had my way with words. That’s the sole reason why I always give people chances, because I know what kind of tongue I possess.
I know myself better than anyone else, that’s why I never accord my decisions to the world. This world ran me over multiple times but I just got back up. I have always loved the solace I have in my life. I have read that solitude is actually dangerous, because once you’ve experienced it, you would hesitate to let the world in.
Now, I’m starting from scratch, like I haven’t met the people I have, like it’s December again. Like I haven’t received a message on my birthday. Like when my world was peaceful. Just me, and the few people I love. Today is my checkpoint. Starting from scratch.
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