Background Music: How to Save a Life
I have always believed in the significance of those around me, moulding my life and carving the finer folds and layers of my skin. Somehow, everyone seems to have contributed to my papier mache model -- plastering paper, washing with glue, and flooding with paint. And occasionally, some paper peels away (thanks to the innocent imperfections of all my creators) and links with a whole new world, like a child's fingers groping the uncertainties of every moment. This is the moment of self-realisation, when stability tears away to reveal the honest simplicities within.
The fear of external influences lingered within me. I was afraid that I was becoming someone I was not, juggling masks and forcing them on my weary face forever. But this uncomfortable thought was replaced by a the reassurance of finding a part of myself in the journey. They all unleashed a dimension in me that lay buried in the silent depths of my turbulent surface.
Thank you. This is to everyone. For the smiles, the tears, the photographs, the bruises, the confidence, the embarrassment. For making me smile involuntarily at my past, despite falls and giggles as we hike through our hills and valleys.
I have always believed in the significance of those around me, moulding my life and carving the finer folds and layers of my skin. Somehow, everyone seems to have contributed to my papier mache model -- plastering paper, washing with glue, and flooding with paint. And occasionally, some paper peels away (thanks to the innocent imperfections of all my creators) and links with a whole new world, like a child's fingers groping the uncertainties of every moment. This is the moment of self-realisation, when stability tears away to reveal the honest simplicities within.
The fear of external influences lingered within me. I was afraid that I was becoming someone I was not, juggling masks and forcing them on my weary face forever. But this uncomfortable thought was replaced by a the reassurance of finding a part of myself in the journey. They all unleashed a dimension in me that lay buried in the silent depths of my turbulent surface.
Thank you. This is to everyone. For the smiles, the tears, the photographs, the bruises, the confidence, the embarrassment. For making me smile involuntarily at my past, despite falls and giggles as we hike through our hills and valleys.
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