Storm Out of My Comfort Zone

Grabbing hither and you for a suitable description for this.

Overly pampered. I think it is. Yes, it is.

Wondering whether this is a phenomenal tragedy for all the 90's-born babies, or so i thought. Writing this post behind a person who is utterly not apropos to the description above, or rather someone who breaks through from the live-his-life-fretting-under-his-mama's-wing spell, it means something. 

Hard feeling a little bit, envy not really, but determination to change a lot. 

This time, it really inspires me to brave a revamp of me and who I am, out within. Be someone who really, can live his life to the fullest, throw away some blurriness and adopt some shrewdness. 

Change, my dear 90's-born babies, we are not getting any younger. We got to change for better, no matter what problem you are having, or worse that you are not realizing your weakness. We have tostand on our legs, firmly, whatever it takes, even a stumbling-over or more, stingingly hurtful one(s).    

Yes, at the same time, i also have to confess to my honesty that all the changes, transformations that i have been mooting from the long past, now ends up nothing but just theories. 

Now, the determination i mean is that i really have to get onto the ground and really actualize some changes in my life. Walk the thought, baby (i have never talked about this to anybody but my inner self, not even allude nor dwell). 

These are some inner fights that i have to really get over in order to move my life forward from stagnancy. 

Some encroaching changes would be more than enough, rather than all talks and no real actions. 

Yes. 
Some simple changes. A little bit at a time.

Simple is beautiful. 

=) so as this post. 

That's all for now. Let me keep my epiphany to myself and hopefully work it out for you to see. 

Wrap up, I have to storm out of my comfort zone, ouups, correction: roll SLOWLY AND STEADILY out of my comfort zone. 

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