Chronicles-01

Is it okay to not be the same in all phases of life? To not act the same way every time, even in the same situation?

Maybe someone asking you the same question every day isn’t irritating in itself—but your answer to it might still change depending on your mood. And the way our mood shifts and how we respond to even small, menial questions... it can impact someone else. I don’t know if we really pay that much attention to anyone or to the little things—but aren’t the little things supposed to be the whole point?

But then again—why should anything be a bother? Human beings emote, but everyone has a different way of emoting. A very bothersome comment might not hurt. And sometimes, a very small glance can.

Should we discuss this? Or should it stay sealed, quietly, inside an individual’s soul?

Should we try to make amends, or leave the past where it is—telling its own story, even if it ends up haunting the future in shadows?

One night, looking at the starry sky after sneaking out, sitting by the river, I think the little girl realized—maybe this is the whole point. Purpose. It’s fascinating. Trying to be perfect, working so hard for everything, chasing that moment of arrival... and then suddenly, purpose wasn’t in perfection anymore. It was maybe in understanding. In happiness. In telling stories.

So, out of all the professions in the world, she chose the paper. She left the regret of amends,  and saw the past embracing the future in sunshine.

And there she stood, with her demons—at a tea party.

So yes, maybe it’s really okay to accept yourself the way you are.