Too many things happen everyday, uncontrollable things, inevitable things.. and so many others.

By the moment you open your eyes from sleep, you do a regular course of procedure or a habitual or mechanical performance, perhaps. 

You get up, check your phone, pee, drink water, look in the mirror.. and so much more.

You go out and eventually let the day pass by. And so, for almost 23 years of having that same kind of formula, I still have the chance to route out from that daily sequence and try something else. 

So, when was the last time I did something for the first time?

Well.. I can’t think of anything. HAHAHA. Maybe my life got too boring already. And I am afraid of harm and shame.

There is (supposed to be) no harm in doing or engaging into something new but I guess things also have their own season.

Mostly, people tend to do a lot of things when they are not even required to do so.. and just because they reason out that “it is only for the first time” doesn’t suffice the gravity of consequences attached to it (for matters that are immoral and inhumane).

First time can be cool, only when it is top and above morality. But not all things should be done and tried, even for the first and only time.

Here I am, broken, but definitely not shattered.  I gave up on trying something new, something fresh, something out of my range.  I gave up on trying something that I know from the start will harm me.

Prevention is always better than cure.. always.