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It's raining. Drops of rain are sliding down the windows, forming various patterns. Each one is unique to itself, yet it is exactly like the others. It takes a different course, but they all end up the same. It's like a maze.. I remember sitting with my parents in our living room, tracing the lines of raindrops with my finger. I can't say what kind of pleasure I got from it, but it was soothing in one way, and fascinating in another. They are formed the same way, and fall for the same reasons, but where they end up depends on where they are, how the wind blows.. Some end up like the mazes on my window, others end up cultivating on the ground, forming puddles; some are deeper than others.
Humans are like rain. They are each formed the same way, but they also have their own quirks and differences. We each start at the same road, but all take different paths. Although our paths may coincide, there is always a difference. Our paths may be parallel to someone's, we may find someone who will never leave our life, but they never walk the same road we do.
I have been thinking a lot. I've thought a lot about different things. Mostly myself, selfish as that is, but it was needed. Quiet reflection about yourself is always necessary. I thought about what I'm doing and where I stand. I'm fighting off a lot of inner demons, admitted only to myself; now if only I could not be stubborn for long enough to admit it to the people that need to know. This is true of a few things, although I won't say what and to whom they need to be said.
This is a lot more melancholy than I had anticipated. I'm sorry for that.
Humans are like rain. They are each formed the same way, but they also have their own quirks and differences. We each start at the same road, but all take different paths. Although our paths may coincide, there is always a difference. Our paths may be parallel to someone's, we may find someone who will never leave our life, but they never walk the same road we do.
I have been thinking a lot. I've thought a lot about different things. Mostly myself, selfish as that is, but it was needed. Quiet reflection about yourself is always necessary. I thought about what I'm doing and where I stand. I'm fighting off a lot of inner demons, admitted only to myself; now if only I could not be stubborn for long enough to admit it to the people that need to know. This is true of a few things, although I won't say what and to whom they need to be said.
This is a lot more melancholy than I had anticipated. I'm sorry for that.