Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde?
I went through my old blog posts from my old blog and i realised the distinct difference of my entries. So much has since happened. So much has since changed.
It is like I was transported into a parallel universe where what was happy, perfect and wonderful is shattered and every day I taste salt from the tears shed.
What happened? All it took was less than 5 months. Everything changed. I am no longer who I am any more.
Do people change so drastically over such short duration of time?
I suppose at extreme circumstances people do. But I am not under duress. Neither am I being held captive against my will.
I just tasted freedom.
It's ironic how freedom comes in a hefty price. It's a funny story really. I am in a free country, free to do as I please and yet, I am restrained - hands held back by invisible forces that are under the guise of concerns. The circumstance that I am in: no transportation, no communication, and to be coup up in the house feels like a prison.
I am caged. A bird that was free but was caught and had its wings clipped. It's painful. It's suffocating.
It's a battle of wits. A part of me seeks the comforts of home. A part of me fights back to seek the risks, the freedom, and it reaches to the rebellion side of me. A side of me I am unfamiliar with. A side of me I had not known existed.
I don't know of God's plans for me. I hope I am going to the right path. I pray I am.
It is like I was transported into a parallel universe where what was happy, perfect and wonderful is shattered and every day I taste salt from the tears shed.
What happened? All it took was less than 5 months. Everything changed. I am no longer who I am any more.
Do people change so drastically over such short duration of time?
I suppose at extreme circumstances people do. But I am not under duress. Neither am I being held captive against my will.
I just tasted freedom.
It's ironic how freedom comes in a hefty price. It's a funny story really. I am in a free country, free to do as I please and yet, I am restrained - hands held back by invisible forces that are under the guise of concerns. The circumstance that I am in: no transportation, no communication, and to be coup up in the house feels like a prison.
I am caged. A bird that was free but was caught and had its wings clipped. It's painful. It's suffocating.
It's a battle of wits. A part of me seeks the comforts of home. A part of me fights back to seek the risks, the freedom, and it reaches to the rebellion side of me. A side of me I am unfamiliar with. A side of me I had not known existed.
I don't know of God's plans for me. I hope I am going to the right path. I pray I am.
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