It’s funny how different we see or feel for the same things over time. 

Like hearing a song you love and suddenly, curse it for unearthing unwanted feelings. Before you used to hate naps in the afternoon, but now, you crave nothing more than a decent sleep. 

This happens because somehow we just become “another” person through time. And the only time we recognise that we have become different and feel the gravity of the changes around is when we look back or forward.

Just like the matryoshka dolls or Shrek’s onion, we are made up of layers. Through time, the changes, whether by choice or not, demand us to put on another role, another layer. 

Gradually, the self becomes an amalgamation of personas. This is not an entirely bad or good thing, just how all things are. And in the process of constantly becoming, we sometimes feel “lost.”

 However dissonant these personas may seem, maybe we must not disregard the delicate connections and similarities between them. The fact is we live in the same person -- we are our own time capsule.

Sometimes, the changes don’t drive us to fashion another layer for ourselves but it amplifies our core. Sometimes, it simply allows us to shed off these coats in order to have a chance to return to ourselves and maybe, finally realise that when people tell you to “go find yourself,” it meant to just honestly be. 

So no matter what changes molded you, or are going through or have to endure, allow yourself grace. Because after all this time, you are still here. 

And all you have to be then, now, and later is you.