What happened?
seriously, what happened?
I used to pride myself upon this uniform. washing my miserable ONE set and drying it every night.
Pacing along the Kallang River to imprint their information into muscle memories.
I remember sleeping 2 hours a day just to record and rehearse so that i would correct my intonations. I remember
Eagerly hoping to see the slightest glimmer of interest in the eyes of the audience.
what happened?
Why did everything just snap into perspective? Am i growing cynical or am I just accepting reality?
I desire the truth. The natural truth is beautiful. I wanted to share my passion and awe for the world around us.
But now I feel that if i progress anymore, I am distorting everything I hold respect for.
what happened?
I portrayed myself as incompetent all this while so as not to be drawn into this carnal carnival. Someone hinted to me that this came at the cost of humilliation, but I couldn't be bothered.
One of the most painful partings happen when pride challenges your values.
Limbo.