It's different this time.
Where the first was volatile and exciting, shrouded with uncertainty (I did like the mystery), this one is simpler, lighter and safer.
The first made me bolder and stronger, whereas this, I think, will remind me to care and teach me create.
Both are boyish and both are mature, but in different ways. They have a different kind of confidence, and show a different kind of care.
The feeling is different too, in a way that I can't quite put into words. Let's try young, free and reckless, compared to young, grateful and content.
I'm treading with care, but perhaps I will be able to let my guard down a little bit more than before (If I even know how to do that; my automatic hurt prevention system seems pretty deeply entrenched)
Let's see how Chapter 2 turns out,
Me.
PS: Life really does become progressively busier, doesn't it? An endless stream of things to do and not enough time to stop and record it all down (or perhaps just a lack of discipline).
