That theater of dreams, of hopes, of lives to be lived, of expectations, of successes, of failures.
We sometimes struggle with who we are, heck, more oft than not, we are clueless who we are or who we wanna be.
We'd rather not go through the painful process of getting to realize who and what we are meant for.
I quite share the sentiments of those who tow this path. Why bother? Why allow oneself go through the fire? Why go through times of harrowing depression and different forms of identity crises, all in a bid to find self?
Why do all these, when there are already made personalities and identities in the world that we can easily garb on?
Before I go on, I want to apologize to my dear and esteeemed readers and visitors for not updating.
I have had a number of issues to deal with, but I'm back and better for it.
So, as I was saying...
