I am a Christmas tree adorned with exquisitely decorated emotional landmines, serving as ornaments. My allure lies in the pain I unwittingly display, concealing the art of concealment. Seemingly straightforward actions hold the power to complete me, yet a solitary misstep or innocent gesture can trigger an explosive reaction—an instinctive, involuntary response. My temperament has historically been swift to ignite, though a fear of not reciprocating my mother’s love dampened its flames.

Onlookers perceive what their eyes reveal, crafting judgments through the prism of their personal battles and scars.

There exist individuals who proudly flaunt their wounds, unburdened by shame, assessing all against their unique yardstick of self.

If you fail to measure up, you’re unlikely to grasp the essence of “me.” The credo: “Know thyself.”

I grasp the concept, yet wearing wounds as badges of honor doesn’t resonate with me. I stand as my harshest critic. My psyche wields dominion over my identity, with a twelve-person jury of beloved yet occasionally revered mental overseers dictating my ethical code.

We’re already acquainted with our identity—let’s aspire to transcend. The siren call of “Temptation.”

Then emerges the self I yearn to evolve into independently. I’m ensnared in the midst, torn between heeding both these inner voices. Sympathy courses for both perspectives; many of my companions grapple with the same quandary—yearning for one thing, yielding another. It’s more than acknowledging that life often rests on a coin toss. A fifty-fifty proposition.

However, as one starts exploring the roads less traveled, divergent encounters and outcomes materialize.

Contentment resides in the present. Benevolence towards oneself sparks joy. The pursuit isn’t for superior or inferior but rather for the freedom to independently choose. #Subjective

I crave the autonomy to forge my path. Yes, both of you illuminate distinct maps forged through arduous voyages of self-discovery.

The Pact

Here’s my proposition: Venture forth on your chosen trajectories—each to your own. I shall tread my unique route ahead. Grant each other an interlude of inattention. We’re equipped for this expedition, acutely aware of our contributions to this partnership. Let’s mutually agree to refrain from turning back, committing solely to propelling ourselves forward. Here’s to the elongated, unswerving Tetris block. Be Good.