Twenty Six

There’s something very special about being 26. I became everything that I said you were at your 26 - indecisive, fickle-minded, cold-hearted, a heartbreaker.

Life made me say things that you once said to me. I broke his heart by saying, “it’s not my time to care about other people’s problems, but to focus on my career.” The cold-hearted part of me said to myself, “yup, he was right. he suffered then because that’s what god wanted.”

How does it not offend me anymore? Maybe I’ve lost my tactile sense. What a monster time had turned me into! Just like what some mad scientist said, ‘I was benevolent and naive; misery made me a fiend’.

Everything makes sense when you’re 26.