The new You

Winning is perfect. It dissolves in you like salt. You might not be in the league of braggers; yet there is that supply of sweet juice running through your circulation which keeps nudging your humbleness. Their are seeds of belief-hopeful; and half-grown in your stomach. More air reaches your lungs, and pretentiousness is unsure of its own behavior.

That first trophy or certificate, those wise words asserting your worth and that hunger for more-become occupants of dingy corners of your hearts as you grow up. Everyone has to grow up, as a rule. Things would've found different context had we somehow believed that staying raw is staying closer to ourselves.

Happens to be the hardest thing to do-staying close to ourselves. The intricate subtlety with which our environment shapes us soon finds a good deal of interference with our own intellect. We start analyzing ourselves and our actions more often than not, only to cause the mutation of the very genes of growth and reception. It is simple. Imagine yourself reading a novel. If you become conscious of, say, memorizing words you haven't come across and are new to you; you start fiddling with your own natural reading. It is clear that if you are conscious when letting a new word sit in your mind, you're also equipping the word with all means to betray your memory. Art is admired with a balanced and indifferent mind.

Sum it up-Everything affects you-winning, losing, someone's laughter and pain. There'll be infinite points where you'll be the new You, infested and affected; but making efforts to stay close to yourself don't hurt. Obviously, you are cursed with the same old problem of being aware of making that effort to be yourself. Try. Keep yourself untouched.