Time passes by
Looking back at the past few entries that I actually bothered to post, I realize that I've changed quite a bit.
I've gotten more...mellow I think?
I don't know.
More serene and stuff maybe.
Less concerned with my social situation.
I'm still somewhat concerned but there's a come-what-may mixed with life-is-life feeling there.
Of course, this depend on my mood that day but the general feel is of carelessness.
I think about more things now.
Like beauty.
I see it everywhere. Even in cracked walkways and tired smiles and simple hand movements. I see it everywhere.
Like music.
I feel it more than understand it. The words don't matter. It's the beat, the rhythm, the heart, the voice that I feel. It's the soaring feeling, the soothing feeling, the anxiety and on and on.
Why do we all change so much in short spans of time?
