Another time, another life

Sometimes, I miss the old days. Those days when everything was simpler. A time when I could not be affected by anything, when I felt invincible, with no adversity I would not dare face, nor a problem without solution.

I could only offer indiference and cold to the rest of the world. I had no care for critics, opinions or insults, nor I longed for a single bit of public acceptance. I was on my own out there most of the time, and I learnt to work that way.

No fears, no worries. No joy, little laugh. It wasn't a happy time, but I never cried myself to sleep. I showed up every day, did my part, left without making noise. I managed.

Now, looking back, it feels like an entirely different person walked inside my skin. Same face and same name, but different mind, soul, heart. A boy who had seen enough, but still with a lot of learning to do, about so much.

Nero.