Dawn of an Introvert in a World that Sings

There was once when silence strolled hand-in-hand with virtue, leaving dust of sophistication in its wake. Back in those days, people regarded reservedness cerebral -- a sign of proper upbringing. And chivalry; refinement.

I wonder then, sometimes, if I was born in the wrong century.

From the little jar I placed myself in, the world I saw was coloured in forte, amassed in blithe. But it had never appealed to me. So with my books and my tea, I lavished in privacy. 

... It's totally up to you, whether you want to believe that loneliness makes people do weird stuff. 

Circumstances led me out from the little balang jar, and I took my first baby steps into this brilliant stage, as though I was staring into some colourful bokeh photo inches away from my nose. From there I tasted exhilaration, fun, acceptance, and something as old-fashioned as it is new -- love. 

Forget what I read from books. Forget the frills and the cowboy boots. Nothing beats real life experience.

Despite all the fall that I could have and had taken, I can without hesitance assure you:

They are all worth it.