I recently realised that I haven’t done much thinking for some time. The kind of thinking that must be done alone, some place quiet, and with a clear mind.
Recently I also realised that as much as I try, clarity evades me. I try looking for the light, and all I see is grey.
I mentioned on friendster that nowadays, I feel detached from myself. Standing right next to my physical body and observing all that goes on. Maybe my soul and my body are not aligned.
My father said to me during my army days that I’ve changed and he didn’t really know who I was anymore. My first reaction to that was one of stubbornness. Now? Looking back at it, I think I accept what he said. Because I too do not seem to know who I am anymore.
Who am I? What I stand for? What do I want? I used to know, but no longer.
I always remind myself not to be too emo. I think that has made me terribly melancholic.
The confidence that I thought I possessed, I think it is gone. Never been so unsure before.