These days I discover depths of myself that I thought inexistent. Maybe I never dared to look deep enough to see. These days I startle myself when I do a hundred, in spite of the boiling pressure breathing down my neck. I think, how am I able to rally myself into one piece while my mind is in a million fragments inside my head? These days I feel like I betray my old self when I do not get offended. I wonder how on earth I have become so tolerant, or patient, or understanding, so that I can make excuses for random falters. I find out everyday that I am gradually moulting into someone else… And this someone else, I love.