I think I'm adventurous. I love trying new things. Let it be dangerous, stupid, or tough. I don't care about the experience being bad because I know these new stuff won't always go the right way. It'll be difficult and leave scars on me but I like to do it anyway. I like to try. I remember an evening walk with my family where I saw a huge rock hill. I wanted to climb it instantly. It was slippery because of the rain and I really didn't have skills nor technique to climb a rock. But I had to do it anyway. While I could hear my parents telling me not to do it in the background, I stepped forward. One step on the rock while my hands were searching places for a grip. I did it. I was now hanging on the rock. Aama baba were amazed but I still wasn't satisfied. I took another step upward but it wasn't a nice grip and I fell. Hard on the ground and almost hit my head. I stood up somehow. My new pair of jeans got torn and made a huge scar on both my knees. Yes, I ...
A dog wagging its tail. A bird building its nest. An ant carrying something bigger than itself. I lay observing, Hearing the thunders, Watching the scars of the moon, The glossy shades of orange and pink, The sun will set soon
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