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Small Talk:
This guy never ceases to amaze me with his YM status.

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I think I’m still quite young, being in my early 20’s and still not done with my academic journey. Still, I like to think that after spending all the years learning things through all five senses, I’ve grown and matured and made myself that little bit better than I was during my much younger years.

Aspiration.

Ambition.

Dreams.

Hope.

All those were a big part of my personality as I trudged through my school life. Along the way, though, reality decided that it was about time for it to start giving me taps in the shoulder. And tap me in the shoulder it did.

8 years ago…

Reality: Hey Faz.

Me: Hmm?

Reality: *points at pretty classmate* You like her?

Me: Hehehe…*blush*..yeah.

Reality: Too bad. She thinks you’re creepy.

Me: What?

Reality: I said, she thinks you’re creepy. You’re gonna get rejected.

Me: Oh. What’s this? “Axe of Truth”? Why is it lodged in my forehead?

So yeah. One after another, more Axes of Truth came flying, happily lodging themselves into my forehead, chest and back. After having enough axes planted on me, new characters came in and took up residence in my persona.

Indifference.

Bitterness.

Sarcasm.

Doubt.

The new tenants didn’t really displace the old ones, but they can get rather dominating and more often than not they influence my mind trains and thought processes and ultimately the mental steering wheel whenever I come across a fork in the road.

Not that it’s a bad thing, really. Thanks to these newly-acquired traits, I gained an increased sense of awareness, and have been able to judge things from various perspectives. I was also quite happy to realize that I’ve been able to play the devil’s advocate with very satisfying results.

A few days ago…

Reality: Hey Faz.

Me: Hey, ’sup?

Reality: How’s it going?

Me: *looks at axe collection* Pretty good, I must say.

Reality: Got another axe for ‘ya.

Me: I’m sure they already fit in one of the slots in somewhere *checks body in mirror*

Reality: Shall I throw it, or should I find a fitting slot?

Me: Oh, why don’t you let me do the honors this time.

Just because things don’t go your way doesn’t mean things wouldn’t turn out for the better.
Just because nobody teaches you anything, doesn’t mean you would learn nothing.
Just because you got injured doesn’t mean you’ll remain hurt.
Just because you fell doesn’t mean you won’t get back up.

No matter how much I groan about wanting to stay young, I kinda realized that, hey, maybe growing up isn’t so bad after all. Provided you got the guts to greet the axes, and hack your own way out.

Life isn’t dull, you know.