The mind that never stops thinking

the only thing in this world that is constant is change

maybe i try too hard. maybe i'm just not the social butterfly i claim that i am. maybe i'm just doing this out of the peer pressure. maybe i'm just trying to prove that i can stand on my own two feet. maybe i'm just being forced into this mould that i am. maybe it's just me being someone i'm so not.

maybe i'm just friendly by nature. maybe i'm just a person whom people can pour out their feelings too. maybe i'm just a person who always very selfless. maybe i'm just someone with a good will. maybe i'm just slowly figuring out my natural personality. maybe i'm just a person who has a heart for other people. maybe i'm just hospitable. maybe it's just me being what i was made to function for.

are we all who we really say we are? Divine beings may exist, but how about the inner you, the you that knocks on your door of your heart, saying, "let me out, let me out now, i'm suffocating here"

throwing on facades would only lead to eventual disgrace when the veil is lifted, so why bother leaving on painted masks and feather boas to make your life seem like an eternal revelry?

maybe, it's for self-defense that we put up a wall of independency, not to let ourselves and our hopes get gashed down by a Thief of hearts and a Brigand of friendships. It's also to cope up with the insecurities we all feel at one point or another, be it in puberty, mid-life crisis and/or post-natum depressions.

i guess Life is truly a puzzle with one piece missing.