Sometimes I feel like I’m not being myself lately. Like I’m starting to taste change – a trigger of self deviance. It feels weird and wrong as if I’m out of place. Then again, the feeling of liberation makes me think that perhaps this is just fine. A little bit of chaos in peace wouldn’t hurt. A little bit of neons in pastels wouldn’t be too blinding. A little bit of uncertainties, surprises, spontaneity, and genuine smiles and laughter can pop that bubble I subliminally wanted to step out of.