Most people think I’m naïve, and that I live on my own
bubble. They are right, most of the time I’m too abstracted on my own mind, too
deep and isolated. In any case, I’ll rather be “naïve” instead of a mirror
people relies their imperfections upon. I’ll rather be “naïve” than a modern stereotype
of all teenagers in this society. Truth! I’m “Naïve”, but I do have at least a skull
with active neurons, my mind though abstracted is good enough to recognize that
there’s no one more “Naïve” than the ones who can’t even notice their own
imperfections but a disguised reflection of who they are. Truth! I have not a
minimum idea about who fought yesterday in the school, nor do I know who’s
dating who, I have instead a hundred and seventieth five papers at home, a hundred
and seventieth five ideas on my mind, a hundred and seventieth five goals to
accomplish, and probably a hundred and seventieth five steps to walk before the
day is over.
Sure, I live in a
daily introspection; my moods flip on the drop of a dime, I’m not talkative,
and seem to be enthralled in perpetual contemplation, but I have not yet
regrets. Do to my insight logic I’ve
always done not the right thing but the suitable. I have not yet redeem my
thoughts about my peers, nor have I censured imperfections behind a friend,
this because I’m naïve, and I have at least a cliché behind this ears, eyes and
mouth that God has given me.
