The world’s nature is the most contributing factor to the melding and warping of ones persona as well as ones genuine core self. Whichever extreme on the gauge that you view the things around you that envelope your senses can really determine how you carry your attitude and how you treat the oncoming plot of your life. You can slip into the melancholy, the mute abyss of society, the blind and inspirational wonderment, or simply just smile at everything around you. I’m not an angry person, I’m really not. I’ve grown, but left my growth dormant to re-track and bask in a sort of bitter comfort of self-outcasted blues. I’m remembering myself. I plan to never harm anything or cause problems to a situation that brings me joy again as long as I breathe. My need to cry wolf is dead in light to my compassion for what lives in my story.