My multiverse version of myself would die in laughter...

Here I was back then. Maybe I was around 12-15 but I didn't know any better right? I was just enjoying the simple things in life. Like avoiding taking pictures from my parents when they tried to catch me off guard. Life was good.
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Here is yours truly now. Nothing much has changed for me. Except that I learn as I live in my life. And that is a lesson in itself. I sit there somewhat smiling in my dorm room at my other college I transferred to. Life can't get better? Well not quite....

Besides beginning a new chapter in my life, I have new perspective on things. If you ever took the time and looked back at yourself between the past and the present, you could either notice one of two things:

1. You haven't really changed much at all. No maturity level, no sense of morality, nothing.
2.You have changed exponentially. For better or worse.

In a way, I'm a mix of the two persona. One, there's the mature, more consistent and thoughtful me. And then there's the child in me waiting to manifest itself again to value what is important overall in life. Enjoying life, because you only have one and it goes by so fast it will make your head spin.

I'd like to quote a very good band that really hits home every time I hear them.
"I want to have the same last dream again
The one where I'm awake and I'm alive"
-Angels and Airwaves-The Adventure

For some odd reason, every time I listen to this song, I get goosebumps. Yes, they're a progressive alt-punk band, but they speak with purpose, conviction, and compassion. Those lyrics alone make me reexamine my entire position every time I hear this song anywhere, whether it be on the internet, pandora, the band on tv itself, or anything.

Besides the point, I have yet begun to live. This entire time, up to now, I've been so obsessed with impressing girls, fitting in, and finding more friends than ever since I've transferred to a bigger campus. But that isn't me. The Charle dying to manifest inside is the writer. The artist. The goofball. The friend. The shield. The fighter of injustice. The vigalante. He is everything I'm not right now. But that ends here.

I have already begun the process of transition. I have cut back on facebook, and other obsessive ties with the internet world. I choose to express them throughout the form of drawings, writings(such as this) and reflection upon music.

If everyone in their lives would take 10 minutes to themselves each and every day, it would make them a happier person. I guarantee it.

The whole essence of "finding yourself" has always been misunderstood to me for a very long time. I'm not trying to be modest, but I've been a writer all along. Maybe not so much an artist, but my canvas was the internet. And whomever would reach out to a incomprehensible soul, searching for his own purpose in life. And here I am.

And in all honesty, my writing now sucks bad compared to what I was writing in the past. This isn't even respectable right now. The things I wrote were truly drilled within my soul, and spilled out upon here to express how I was exactly feeling. This just seems like a cheap b-grade horror movie that has good intentions, but doesn't quite cut the cheese. Not like that...

Here's the beginning also of a series of poems that will describe my journey throughout these two weeks of trial, endurance, and reflection. The first poem is inspired by true events:

Free
The hand is lifted
Weight is gone
Pain remains
Just move on

Shrouds of shadow
Echoes of past
Rage arrives
Never it lasts

Path narrows
Direction forward
No regrets
Peace walk toward

It may not make any sense, but it is genuine. And written from the heart. I'll continue to post more poetry and other inciteful writings as the weeks progress. Let's just all hope I'm still here in one piece haha.
Day 1 is down the drain. Bring on Day 2!

Not sure whether or not I'll update weekly or bi weekly, but I'll keep this going until my trial of facebook hiatus is done.

Thanks to all who took the time to read this. Later!