In the stillness of
my day, the words that once flowed freely now find solace in silence. I used to
be a storyteller and express myself effortlessly, but lately, my voice has
become a dim echo, lost in the noiseless spaces. I have invested fully in every
relationship, both personal and professional, but the returns have often fallen
short of what I believe I deserve. It means I took what I have and tried to make the most of it
because that's who I am.
When the desire to
share my own tale arises, courage falters, and the willingness to open up
diminishes
My circle has
evolved over time, filtering itself through experiences and circumstances.
Today, it consists of a few individuals who resonate with my ambitions and
accept me as I am, at my best and worst. Although these connections are
distant, there is a unique beauty where conversations begin smoothly, without
drama or expectation. I am comforted by the simplicity of their bonds, away
from chaos. They are a evidence to lasting bonds that have survived the test of
time. In the midst of it all, I learned to appreciate those who are in harmony
and sense when words are left unsaid. These distant friends offer a soft protection,
a haven where understanding exceeds spoken language.
Yet, world’s fatigue
continues. The change is perceived as ungratefulness.
I ask those who question:
Is it wrong to evolve based on experience?
From overindulgence
to introversion, every change in my nature reflects the path I've taken.
Today, I seek
simplicity and pleasure in the quiet company of my chosen ones. Chaos finds no position
in this circle, and the core of our bonds lies in common goals and mutual
acceptance. It is a circle not carefully designed but formed naturally over
time, shaped by experience. You don’t just wake up one day and decide to be an introvert?
