Meta-morphosis

If I were to describe 2024 in a word, it would be metamorphosis: the transformation process from an immature form to an adult form in two or more distinct stages.


Quiet cliche.

Or fair enough to say that it could happen over and over again.

Thus how do the stages this year make a difference?


Well...


This time around, I forgot a lot of details.

I kinda lose myself.

I don't know who I am anymore.

As much as I'm getting better too!


I've gone through routes I've never passed before.

I've chosen for myself at the moment I've no one to turn to specifically.

I've met unfamiliar faces I've doubted to trust but I did it anyway.

And I love the city.

I admit that I'm giving bitchy city privileged girl vibe.

Despite I hate to admit so since I'm not.

The vibe is giving, but I'm not.

Not coming from a city.

Not a bitchy. Quiet humble, no?

And money-wise, I'm not that priviledged.

Meh~


So yeah...


That makes so much difference with other Meta versions.

This is truly an upgraded one.

Which I hope to be the last one.

Not because I'm tired.

But I'm ready, I think?

For the real stage to take place.

I should call this training though lol.

Interntionship? (Intern + situationship of me and myself~)


As how another transition process, logically it wouldn't take as long as the permanent one.

It's just a transit.

And it too shall pass.

But I'm not into the idea of counting how many days are left.

I just love to enjoy things while they last. 

Every moment is from God too.

Thus for sure, He made no mistake.

I mean, some emotions are heavy to shoulder.

Some moments are just meh, like meh meh.

But khayr.

InsyaAllah all is khayr.


I want to be present.

At the present moment.

I believe that metamorphosis is painful.

I hope I can talk to butterflies.

I believe they have a lot to tell.

And a lot to learn from.


Why am I typing it in poem form?

Whatever~


Another Step to Go

Ins 

20250106

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