Medieval

Is this a part of growing up that my sudden contemplation of introspection tends to narrow down to an extend that it inversely smacked my own self-realization, unknowingly?

The way I look on my place, steadily zooming out as if I’m looking from outside the universe and peering down into earth onto my self individual being. Adjacent slowly gets minute as I zoom out further from the galaxy, space, matter…

An unforeseen thought, wondering how did others handle things that well… in simply not bothering or rather pay less attention towards things that are self-proclaimed non-directly to them personally.

Imagine a world filled with people isolating themselves, with no extrospective scrutiny. Shunning themselves away from others, blindfolded just so that they pay less attention about their surrounding. How mundane, dusty and forsakenly abandoning everything that stimulates the slightest curiosity in them.

However, I think it’s best for me to shift position to such realm.

It maybe not comfortable at first but everything needs sometime to get used to it, true?

I’m reluctantly accepting the fact that being an introvert means growing up, a theory that I carried on as a burden long time ago back in high school; until I realized how straining it was after certain incidents which I compel myself not to rediscover.      

The omnipotent, fearless and sturdy, is that what makes someone a grown up?

He who keeps all to himself, the one that has an invincible defensive shield. People tend to look upon him as a leader, a premier with secure to tell their problems.

Maybe I need to start building up a barrier, try to be opaque after such a long time; I seemed too affluent in being myself. Being our own self, either a boon or a bane. 

Self note: Start keeping stuff to myself, it’s a part of growing up to swallow every bitterness down.