Contradictions
At times I am left stunned with my own contradictions. I neither flaunt them in the crown as one of the gems of my personality Nor do I throw them beside my bed wrapped in my insecurities. They keep teasing me in every action I take, in every word I say. I like the smell of the soil in rainyseason and yet I hate that season the most. I like being told what I should do but disobedience is one of my strongest personality trait. I love talking about certain topics so much that I never mention them to anyone. Though cleanliness stands first on my vision board chaos comforts me. At times I feel like screaming to not to be able the have a linear behaviour and expectations. These contradictions make it more complicated for me to be able to understand myself.