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2021

“Distinguish your room” is what I would always say to remind myself in desperate times. What most of us forget is that we are born with a white blanck ground. A ground where we contain our thoughts and our beliefs, the place we grow and change. As newborns we are given a square with limited dimensions to create ourselves. in those same dimensions we are given the choice to expand or remain. Every lesson and piece of information that is gained adds more area and value. At some point in our life “the room” becomes “our room”. To reach this change we go through different stages, that can be summed up in three.

 

From our 12th month in this life we play in our little square, thus calling it a room. As toddlers we begin our first stage by coloring our ground but not building our walls. Walls at that age are already found depending on our surroundings and by those around us.Our comprehensive skills are not fully developed so the fundamentals of our walls are given at that point, mainly consisting of morals, beliefs, and the primary knowledge to differentiate between milk and water. As human beings we develop, our bodies go through changes, and grow too big for our skin so we shed.

 

Teenager stage is when we start gaining more control, experimenting, and evolving. Doesn’t matter if it’s by force or will, whatever the mind chooses happens. Build or break, connect or disconnect, stay up or sleep, are all answered within seconds. It’s when we try and fail but to get up and try again to learn. Our room is coming together, a bit tilted though. “I’m still figuring it out!” is what we all want to scream but not what we let people see. Acting tough is our shield because our room is still under construction, it's vulnerable, we’re vulnerable. 

 

 

The walls are built, but the room is empty, and this is where adulthood comes along. Decisions and choices that will lead to consequences yet to be known. Execution is the next scary step, the most valued step of them all. We’re all composed of thoughts and ideas, but the plan of execution is what differentiates us. To wake up at 5 am, or to quit the dreading corporate job, are all decisions we make that will eventually define our “room”. The people we let in, the ones we let out, and the state of the room in between all impact our room afterwards. 

 

I’m 216 months old, and my room is still under construction. A square that I painted helps me stand and the four walls that I built support me. I met a lot of people and made many mistakes that caused cracks but I took decisions that repaired them. We are all capable of creating our own reality and all it takes is courage. Courage to tear down one wall, to build another, to change a path, to reach a dream. 

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Dear reader,
Publishing this, I am 277 months old, and I can assure you my room has encountered so much and seen so many, and there are yet more ahead.

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