The first change was to allow myself to accept and understand that change isn’t for the weak ones, as I had led to believe. The clarity of me being wrong was devastating and for the first time in my life, I accepted defeat and I felt sorrow for my pride, because I knew it had to go.

About my past, I am sad because I miss it and I’m happy because I was lucky enough to be a part of it, and the only cliché is that I would go back in a heartbeat and relive it the way it was and change nothing.

One of the many things I have learned from reminiscing is the mystery of how the answers for the questions we often ask truly lie in our past. The “how” shouldn’t be a concern, because something’s just work without us knowing how it works, it is a selfish phenomenal we often forget and if mankind’s history have thought us anything, it should be the fact that we almost always forget things that benefit us.
 

Now why did I just write that, why did I just reveal some of my personal thoughts, why did I not care if someone would maybe find this funny, pathetic or weird? It’s because I’ve learned to believe in myself and with that came some kind of a perk, a security where I don’t let others misdirect my goals in life.

And I’ve learned some other things while growing; I found peace, unfortunately not in the world, but within myself. A place where I understand that I can’t change everything, but also a place where I will never believe that some bad things cannot be changed, its paradox, I know. But believing is stronger and bigger than logical demonstrations of absurdities, therefor, a world where magic doesn't exist isn’t superior to a world where magic is fiction.

You have to develop your own dynamic faith by just believing, just like looking through a mirror and seeing what you want to be, a perfect paradox trap.