subtle nuances

wrote this a while ago

"In lit lesson this morning, we were going through a dismal block test paper. analyzing a character of a child, who's been through swamps and valleys of the mind even at her age. Experience brings along maturity. As we peeled off layers of understanding from the child, it was evident why she behaved in certain ways - why she said this, why she did that. It was all experience and you cannot blame her for being world-weary and for having just went through what no other child should experience at an age like hers.

We are all texts. We are all our own character, and if we analyze our own experiences no one can blame us. We can even analyze ourselves, if our memory is still strong and maybe, just maybe you'll understand what shaped you today, how you were crafted based on chronology, based on time.

I believe we can be poetry too :) if we keep pushing ourselves and giving ourselves humanity and hope. I assure you then, our ordinary texts would sing."

be a little brave, a little alive