''I think life is a lot like a song; the potentially dismal opening line, the groove of the verse, the excitement and buildup of the bridge (here it comes now...!). And the reality smack that it's all over with the chorus...
As I pushed the elevator button to down, I summoned my best to remain calm and cool. Inside I was rather frantic and nearing a slap of humiliation; as for a slight mimisecond I saw the future of my life flash through my mind. Images of my mother, father, grandparents. My cousins, my brothers. As sympathetic and forgiving as I am, my fear is to morph into a youthful version of them. Live, talk, think and have opinions just like them... be them...''
Time to live. A 'black sheep' breakaway is evident.
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