everyday i wake up feeling a certain rage building inside of me.
and i’ve come to realised im not as noble as i would like to be and that i’ve become more judgemental than ever.
my whims and wants are increasingly difficult with each passing day and there are moments when i wished all these troubles would float away somehow.
when i tell myself to find beauty in little things i see(just like how i used to) and when i share these little fragments of beauty, you shrugged it off because we don’t share the same perspective.
I used to think flowers are beautiful and I used to take photos of them, study them and draw them.
I become more aware of the functionality they serve in our chain other than being a visual treat and with time, I am less awed or rather immuned to the splendour of their beauty. But I have not forgotten.
At this point of my life, I find myself appreciating the value of close companions in my life and also in others.
I no longer spend days admiring a beautiful flower wilting or blooming but give me tragic love story anytime and you’ll find me with a box of tissues.
I’m not entirely sure what to make of this change in me, but at this point I’m blaming ’em hormones.
anyway the point of this whole rant is, I just find it hard to share my opinions/thoughts with my other half cos we are at different stages of our lives.
She’s only started with the fascination of blossoming flowers while I’ve come to know of the beauty of it shrivelling up as well.