Some people grow up,
Some just mutate.
I belong to the second group.
What’s the point here?
To say i’ve just changed the past 15 years somehow doesn’t show the curvy, u-turns, steep downfalls nor difficult uphills of my journey.
I continue to select uneasy pathways, different but parallel side roads in an attempt to get to excitement, to feel at awe of an experience, to enjoy the rush coming from the possibility of realizing a dream I can visualize fully at that moment, only to further add to my confusion and utter indecisiveness.
Yet i seem to be content at my ground level as the words still, same, quiet creep me into the boredom of a life I fear most living.
I am, therefore I mutate.