Sorry, I couldn’t post this online yesterday. I am currently in an Internet cafe whilst I am able to post this. I further apologize for the quality of this writing as I was unable to provide sufficient time to write.
Venturing Out of Your Comfort Zone
Fortnightly, after leaving my ages of amnesia, I found myself suffering from outbursts of social anxiety that has plagued the majority of my childhood. Reasons which I speculate stem from my limited contact with my surroundings during the periods of time when my brother departed the birth canal. Although it played an unimportant role in my psycho-sociological development, scars often remain that haunts my mind to this day. My personality has evolved over the years, but before I conquered fear, I had yet the hardships to vanquish.
While I suffered from this dreadful phenomenon, I was unable to initiate my intents to interact with the environment. Throughout the course of time, strange and foreign cultures tended to intimidate me; which is the reason I was driven to the brink of urination when I initiated contact with the Malaysian shopkeeper. However I continue to venture further out of my comfort zone, as I learnt to dissolve into diverse cultures that surround my day-to-day life, but I was unable to eradicate the nervous and reluctant self. As time went further on, the flames of hope flickered into life as I discovered the wonders that had been hidden from me while I learnt to conquer the interminable fear within me. Nevertheless, I continue to eliminate many other obstacles that persist as I venture further out of my comfort zone.
Before my quirky and energetic personalities developed, I was in constant battle with myself as I prevailed over fear. In order to conquer fear, one must be knowledgeable of the terrors and be willing to overcome it without any intent of regret. As I continue to eradicate fear, there were dreadful scars that remind me of the ordeals; one of them was a piece of graphite lodged beneath my skin. Venturing outside my comfort zone had been an educational journey; a journey which I continue to partake.
I don't know where to post it so,I'll just post it here.
It was the best moment so far in my life. When I traveled to Kalaw with my classmates later year, we hiked a muddy mountain just to reach the restaurant. The whole year 9, we all went through the muddy slopes and sloppy lanes. Sometimes we got tired. At times, we even had times that we were about to give up. We walked about 4 hours, went through the villages, fields, the small plantations in every single house.
The weather was wet and cozy at first, and we even wanted to sleep right there. We saw some scary earthworms which were about 6 inches. However, it was worth it to be there. We also saw the beauties of those mountains and views around us. There were beautiful landscapes of colorful fields, the bulls and cubs, the yellow, orange, purple regional flowers, the kind-hearted Shan grandma and her family who allowed us to rest in their house. They even displayed their traditional clothes so that we could wear them and take photos.
My favorite part was when I was left behind by the faster classmates and I couldn’t wait on my friends who were slower and far away. I was walking alone between the two groups. At first, I was a little bit scared and thinking, did my friends leave me there? Then the sunshine waved at me so I smiled back at her. She showed me that place was not as creepy as I thought and she also brightened that place as if it were heaven. Immediately, I felt so happy and not feeling alone anymore. I even recognized that I really loved to walk along the edge of the pathways and became to feel the taste of freedom.
For the very first time, at the young age, I traveled with my friends, I packed up myself and I walked alone on the mountain. I felt I was growing up at that moment and they were unforgettable memories which are now parts of my life.
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