I was once a clean sheet of white paper. No tints of past stories. No marks of insecurities. No colors nor paints. What I remember before, I do not overthink small things. I accept the harsh words of the world. I embrace the bad role of the dark souls that surround me. It was not a bother for me to be stared at. Those days, when I was only affected by having my mom required me to sleep in the afternoon before going outside to play. I was not bothered by the rain or skin-piercing hot weather. Wounds on my knees cannot stop me from playing with friends. It is funny to think that I kept on stumbling and hurting yet I also stood up and did not worry about my mom putting calamansi directly into my wounds. Hah! All of those days are hunting me. I wish I can have that kind of attitude and optimistic view again and for me to play the game of life. I wish I can win the challenges of the world without the pressure of being stumbled, but with an enjoying heart. I hope. I pray. I badly wish it.