It always caches hold of you and takes you soaring through time.

I feel at least five years older than last time I wrote in my journal. I guess you could say that I've shed the skin of my old life and transformed into a free flying butterfly. It seems an eternity ago that I was caught and held by fears and anxieties on a day to day basis. Don't get me wrong, I still experience them at times, but they no longer have great power over my life.

I feel like a new being. I look back and remember what I was once like, and I cannot relate to myself. i find myself laughing at the absurdity of my previous motivators. I have trouble understanding things I used to do regularly, and why I didn't "just" be myself - the part of myself that was always hidden deep inside, longing to live.

I can look back on some parts of my life and see that I was struggling to let myself out without anyone else knowing, and those are the times when I had a secret life, and two faces. But even then, I held back. I believe that is why I was never happy.

I am still discovering myself bit by bit as I live and love life. A genuine smile is no longer a stranger to me. I have broken the shackles of my upbringing, only to find that they only ever existed in my own mind. Though I suppose that is what made them so powerful.

If everyone come to know and understand themselves, there would be no fear to speak of.