Sometimes, there will come a point, you will not be totally honest with your true feelings to those closest to you anymore.

At the end of it, what you are seeing, is people trying to change you, perhaps for the better of you(and you know that very well), or perhaps they get tired of seeing what they think they shouldn’t be seeing.

There will come a point, you will stop opening up, cos that is not what they wanna see, wanna hear, wanna feel.

There will come a point, you will step back into that shell where you tore and dug the walls with your bare hands, after getting your fingers all bloodied and bruised, just to get out of.

There will come a point, you will see no point in baring your thoughts or innest most insecurities cos you feel asphyxiated with the responses you get.

Instead of getting the solace you were seeking, you might end up feeling more emptiness and dissatisfaction than before.

Some of such intimate thoughts and observations, are what people want to hear nothing about.

I know. I’ve learnt.

Not to burden anyone with own thoughts anymore.

Stop sapping others’ energy.

Everyone hates being emotional support, like how he had admitted how much he hated it.

Time to shrink back, baby.

Time to put those thoughts into the box, and lock them away. Buried. Hidden. Hushed.

Don’t even try to pry open the Pandora’s box now.

Some questions are better left unanswered, and stones unturned.

Put it simply, the answers might not be satisfactory for all to accept them wholeheartedly with grace.

That’s how we all work. We would end up doubting, and thinking how others are doing are not appropriate, and that our answers, should be their model answers, just for things to work.

It is like how I stopped asking why some of my friends react the way they do when placed in certain predicaments, cos I know their answers would not be substantial to convince me, or they might just contribute more to the frustration, which might not be much to start off with.

I learnt leniency is the way to go.

Exasperation is not the way to go.

No definitives.

Silence.

I don’t ask, doesn’t mean I don’t care.

I have just learnt to go by faith.

Until curiosity intervenes, that is.

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Pandora’s box

A source of unforeseen trouble, as in Revising the tax code is opening a Pandora’s box. This equivalent for the modern can of worms comes from the Greek legend in which Pandora, entrusted with a box containing the world’s ills, is overcome by curiosity and opens it, thereby releasing them. [Late 1500s]

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In a lighter note, these are the video clips you have been waiting for.

Cringe-worthy stuff, alright?

Be warned.

And if you see someone holding a cigarette and puffing amateurish in the video clip.

That wasn’t me.

Even if it was me, I stopped and would like to advise all youngsters not to follow suit.

Alright people, enjoy.

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And.

*Breathe in*