As for today, once again, I feel absolute disdain towards this peculiar character whom I used to call lover. Over the days that passed by, I usually found myself wondering: Why is someone this thickheaded destined to me? But now, a little bit older and just a little bit wiser, I might refrain from asking such a childish question. Instead, I’d probably question myself this way: Why, lord, why on earth did I choose this obtuse person? The change within the two is the fact that while in the first one I blame my well-being on such a foolish and inconsistent thing as destiny, on the second one I clearly hold myself responsible, an evident sign of maturity.
As for what there is to change, thus far, I haven’t found the answer. But well, I’m just a little bit older and just a tiny bit wiser today, I still have this long way to go.