#339.






It's different. No matter how much we try to compare the similarities in the hope that it'll never change, it does. It always does. Perfect will never remain perfect, and most of the time, the bad things do pass. We move on, we lose interests in things we thought would be lifelong passions and we find new things. New things to be passionate about.
Style changes. And no matter how much you tell people you're one of those ones that don't follow trends, you will change along with everyone else. And at one point or another, you will look back and say to yourself, 'What the fuck was I wearing...' when in actuality, at that particular moment in time, you thought you looked fine. Or actually rather lovely.


Things will inevitably never stay the same. Your hair will never look exactly the way it does in this present moment. Nor will anything about you, or you for that matter. You will age, your brain will find new ways of working, and you will pass through a thousand different outlooks on life in your lifetime. Each of them, you will pass through believing that it is more or less 'right' than your last, only to find something better.
You will have thoughts, you will have dreams, and you will have wishes. You'll want to be a singer. An actor. A doctor. A fucking astronaut. Although you know you'll probably end up broke on your ass, or stuck behind a desk from nine to five, you don't let that stop you from having dreams.


Throughout your short lived life, you will meet people. You will lose people. You will make friends, and you'll end up losing some, too. And sometimes, you'll think you've found out who your real friends are, when a few years down the track, you'll end up having the exact same realisation all over again, except with different people surrounding you.
You'll love. You'll lose. You'll be broken, and you'll be mended. Things will always and constantly be changing. So don't you dare not that that risk. Don't you dare be embarrassed, coy, shy or any of those fucking synonyms.  Put yourself out there. Embrace yourself and start fucking living for a change. Because if you don't feel it, no one else if going to feel a single thing for you.


C'est la vie. Such is life.
The world isn't going to stop spinning.
Not for you.

Hello, this is Tien. This blog is the remains of the unconventional cliches and angsty phrases of my teenage years. (Plus a new one every now and then)
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