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Me yesterday and me today

I re-read my diary from my JC days. The problems I faced then are the same problems I face right now and it seems I haven't moved forward at all. It's very scary to see the words that I wrote 5 years ago and think: that sounds just like me right now. Sure, I maybe different in many respects, but in the deepest, darkest recesses of me... I'm still the same little boy. Time still hasn't changed me that much. The other day, a shopkeeper asked me if I was still in secondary school. I was a little miffed initially, then I thought... it's not so bad to look young is it? But now I think, maybe I really haven't grown all that much? 5 years? Where have they gone? These 5 years, I've been following orders. Marching in the direction that I was told to. The path that I set 5 years ago... I'm still in the middle of it. So that's when it all began.

Is it time to set a new path?