Some changes are irreversible.
I’ve been thinking about this lately, and HL mentioned this today.
Some changes will do you good, but you regret about some changes and the sad thing is you’re not able to switch back to who you were before. Am I going to allow myself to be dark and twisted? B(!?) but damaged? How far am I willing to go? I gotta determine what it is that I’m not willing to sacrifice and protect it dearly, parts that I cherish and value, characteristics that I love myself about. But on the other hand, I long to explore and exceed myself. And finding balance between things is never my specialty. Too fast, too much, I’m usually overwhelmed by my own feelings, can’t see clearly, can’t think straight. View’s always biased so what’s the point of trying to figure it out?
Here I am, doing all the thinking, but I know when it (it can be anything) happens, I’d be stunned and speechless.
Resistance is futile.