They say you are ever-changing and constantly morph and mutate. You are in a constant state of evolution on a quest to discover the best version of yourself, and then try to hold onto that and build upon that continuously. But these small, subtle changes usually happen subconsciously until suddenly you wake up and realize that the person you thought you were is no longer there. I’ve recently discovered that I have become an incredibly private person – which seems ironic given I have been maintaining this online journal for close to seven years, and now have launched a separate website full of content surrounding me and my life, not to mention the Twitter and Instagram feeds that can tell a very specific story when viewed holistically. But in all things as of late, I find myself sharing less and less of my dreams, my hopes, my passions, the things that irritate me. In a world of political correctness and supposed modesty, there is little room for real self expression. Or at least, thats how I feel in my current world. Is that a good thing? Is it safer to, well, play it safe and only allow people around you a surface view? I guess time will tell.
