Looking back to those days where I haven’t locked that side of me away, I found the current self rather peaceful and a little… unsatisfying.
Where’s the action? The rush of blood, the adrenaline surge, the intensity?
I wonder when did I became so quiet, reserved, and (to some extent) timid.
I don’t dislike it, since it is part of me, but I do wonder if, at times, I suppressed myself too much to a point where I became someone I am not?
Something to think about.