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Time is cruel. It plants in different thoughts and weaves you into someone different. It can be years ago, months, days, hours and even in the matter of seconds when your perception about something or anything changes. Imagine, just by the click of your fingers, what you thought about someone, or something isnt true anymore. What if the person you love isnt the person you've always believed him/her to be. Someone whom you thought was a good friend, could just turn into someone you can't even relate to anymore. Strong bonding which were built on trust, friendship, laughter could just vanish. And with a third person putting their foot in, becoming what you and that person used to be. So, do you blame yourself for not maintaining that relationship, or do you blame the other person for not being less harsh? A child can diffuse into an adult under his parents eyes without them knowing. No one wants to grow up. With age, what were dreams and hopes start to disappear like clouds we watched from below when we were younger, they fly away, going to better places, being achieved by someone other than you. Things get complicated, the person who you dislike is being liked by everyone. "It's okay" you say to yourself, hoping that they will see through that person. Then you feel guilty for disliking that person. Then you start to doubt yourself. Whether it's your problem or theirs.
However, with time, your thoughts start to ripen. You don't live to meander around other people. Why would you please everyone when you're miserable inside? You have every right in the world as any other person to live your life to the fullest. That's why we're called individuals. That's why even cheese slices can have their own haven. Why share? Your blog posts no longer consisted of cute boys you used to oogle at, but more on boring stuff which no one wants to read. But you feel at peace with yourself.
With time, the only thing that you can hold on to, are the leftover dreams that's left, which aren't crushed by anybody, as your most valuable assets.