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The separation between the person I once was and am now is still vague. The cleaving of the two is still in progress—a dividing cell at its early stages.
I once was a glutton—for food, entertainment, music, everything. I was a creature that reveled in the excess, the plenty. Gelatinous, both in body and mind.
But now my pleasure is in scarcity. There is a calmness that I find in intentional loss, in giving things up. Now hunger soothes, boredom inspires and silence speaks. There is a beauty in nothingness—a presence achievable only by disappearing.
But, still, at times, I catch myself yearning for the days of old—no thought, no consideration, just doing—even though I abhor this mentality.
I await—no, I’m actively accelerating towards the day the division is complete. When I’m finally a new, mutated cell that has broken down the remnants of the old genetic material that once dictated its fate.