Breaking All Habits
...l–at least I think so. It’s just that the matters of my long-ago involve moments of real happiness that’s why I can’t help but be happy. Whenever I observe the behavior of annoying and very playful children, mostly those inside the church and on the streets of the Metro, I can’t help but compare myself to them. Why is it that I know I have something in common with these kids when I was their age, but I also know for a fact that I am way different from them in a lot more aspects? It’s worthy to note that from the time I was still a baby up to the present, I see a pattern in my behavior and in my personality. There’s that kind of constant that makes me wonder at times, why am I so clumsy? Or, why do I seem to be stupid when it comes to practical things? Am I really t...