Scarred Wings

I used to be the lonely one, left behind, the underdog that will not get attention even if I tried. I'd grown up adjusting to this. There was a period of time that I thought that this was the way to live, to close all windows and doors to my heart, makes no friends and of course, like all idiots I realized that it was a bad mindset far too late. I'd grown into that type of character, a lone wolf, an extroverted lone wolf, see the problem? I came to be a jackass. But that's not what this blog post is about, this blog post will serve me as a timeline of sorts, for me to look back my rear mirror and see how much I'd grown.

Well, that's the story of my past, after that, I'd spit venom on everyone I met, either intentionally or not. I'm amazed that two of my form 4-5(end of high school year periods) friends are well, still friends with me. Despite all that I'd done, and let's just say that I was on the giving side of bullying one of these said friends. I regret it now, I didn't really realize it was bully until this year or so. But oh well, what's done is done, I'll atone for all the things I'd done wrong to my family, friends and anyone else one way or another, but I digress. That's not the topic of this post.

Throughout my life, I'd been the well liked kid, the emo sore loser, the forgotten jackass, and then in form 6(Pre-university level) I was the enemy of my own class, as the assistance class representative. It was a giant step for me, to hold up a position that has any shed of responsibility. It wasn't that I was doing my job strictly, it was just that I didn't get along with them, couldn't fit in, and I responded by kicking and punching back, we spitted venom in each's eyes.

Now here I am, in the year 2013, studying in SEGi. Secretary of the Student Representative Council, and fitting in with the crowds. I'm glad I met all of you who I had met on my journey from Form 4 till now. I'm glad, that I stopped being an emo, stopped being a kid, stopped being a jackass. Perhaps being a jackass isn't entirely in my nature after all, I don't know, but I do know that I'm glad I have changed and that I can fit in well with the SRC, the Otakura group, that my friends from Form 4-5 and a few real friends from Form 6 did not give up on me.

Perhaps my wings are not broken entirely after all. Perhaps they are just scarred, and that the scars hurts a tad bit every time I try to fly. But I guess that's life, nobody lives without pain, it only proves that we're truly alive. All of us, fly or at least try to fly while feeling a bit of pain from each of our scars.