Scatteredfafa

It was the peak of the Perseid meteor shower a few days ago. Growing up watching Disney, I've always wanted to see a shooting star. Even as a young adult, having spent my whole life learning about logic and reason, there's still this small light of hope inside that if I wish hard enough, a shooting star would hear me and make my wish come true. My wishes have grown bigger and bolder; from the desire of turning into a princess to being happy everyday. There's so much I want to wish for. I want to wish for everyone I love. I wish I could write them all down on a piece of paper and throw it up into the sky and a star would reach for it.  We all could use a wish, especially this year. And so on that day, I waited for the dark sky to rain stars. I waited since 8pm, craning my neck and straining my eyes, just staring at the black sky. But there wasn't even one star in sight, just the moon lonely hanging, surrounded by the polluted air. I wanted to be sad alone, to bathe in my...

(weheartit.com) (The Hobbit) I like quiet solitude. The nights I'm alone, locked in my room, reading or solving puzzles. I have more hobbies than reasonable to have and a ferocious appetite to find more games or interesting skills to learn. It is an innate sense of mine to be Jack of all lanterns but master of none.  I desire to be a polymath, everything intrigues me, but I'm perfectly aware that I do not have the patience nor the talent to be highly skilled or excel in anything which distinguishes myself from the mundane. I imagine myself a butterfly, fluttering around every vibrant flowers, yet never stay too long or too short on any. I understand that despite the sky being the limit to available options, I am bound by my own wings and mortality. There is no use being unrealistic but revert to stoic acceptance that I can salvage what I can, and ignore what I can't. Having spent ample amount of time on self-reflection, I have come to the realisation that I'm like a Hob...