This time last year, everything was entirely different. I had all the time in my hands yet feeling like I was running out of it.
Over the course of a year, I’ve been decisively feeling less of the need to do everything and be everything in a short span of time. Before I get into any sentimental details, this isn’t going to be an in-depth analysis of my life's turning point, but more so the mighty cliche; things change, people change.
To say that I have entirely changed is a fully subjective manifesto. I'm learning to adapt to new things as well as letting go of the old ones. I have yet to achieve my dreams and conquer my fears. I have yet to see the world and what it has to offer me, and I, likewise.
The mighty cliche says it's all about perspective—which I have eventually developed a strong belief in. This time last year may be encapsulated in a blur of emotions—which was entirely anything but gaussian distribution.
I brushed on my perspective and as we speak, I've learned to thank the scars of the past and relinquish the apprehension of the future. I've completely mastered the art of living in the moment. And so August has entirely been of: quality time with family, great food, and long conversations with friends—the most beautiful things in life are free indeed (free food is queen). And that, my friend, is the beautiful denotation of changing your perspective.
As the great Heraclitus puts it, the only constant is change.
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