Sometimes I look back in time just to see how much I have changed, which always surprises me. I was just a boy back then, so full of life and so overwhelmed with fantasies that I was undeterred that nothing could possibly go wrong in the world I lived in.
But time flies and before you know it you’re already grown up, and you either have the weight of the world on your shoulder, or there is just that intense rage asking you to climb all the way to the top of the world.
In this particular moment, as I write this, I am worried. Scared is the right word. The world out there scares me as hell. At times I have believed it-fear- to be a defense mechanism to keep me in check, but this time I can’t really tell. It’s so intense and it rises from my belly…
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