How times have changed….
The moment I realize this are in the very simple things that would’ve gotten me killed when I was younger,
before I sit down and write I casually decide to pour myself a little bit of rum and coke unbothered to who is watching me. Yet I can’t help but reflect at a different time when I was 16
I would wait for my parents to be asleep, tip-toe downstairs each step I took closer to the liquor cabinet my heart raced as every little sound in the background made me jump, and when I finally got to my goal I would come up with some clever way to conceal what I just did. Like get clear liquor and put in an empty water bottle and drink it straight.
During those years I became a phenomenal liar. The trick is believing what you’re saying is the truth, that what you actually have is just water, that what you actually did is just go to the bathroom.
It’s funny to think today I casually reached in that same liquor cabinet in broad day light in-front of the same people I was terrified of catching me unbothered as if I was getting a glass of water. How times changed, at the same time it didn’t I’m doing the same thing but in a hassle free way.
Life is interesting in that sense, some of your actions stop becoming severe in consequences while others amplify. Yet the actions are still the same just in different timelines. Isn’t that something…
The best way to get to know a person is not by what they say about themselves, but what they say about the world, people and everything else. So if you want to get to know me there is no better way than just simply reading my work. It’s the window to my soul.