The following years, I was then capable of logical thoughts: the concept of number, mass, and weight, until the time I could even think in abstract terms. Right from wrong. Good from evil. I was elated by the beauty of the world which surrounded me. These were the things the voice promised. Often times, however, I found out that my habitat was dotted with problems. Many circumstances followed, one after the another, endangering my early existence. But by then, I was learning to love this life, I fought hard to remain in pace with the rush. I searched for direction and purpose. To go after. I learned to compete and be the best among my peers. To make things.

At some point, I found out I was no longer the child I was once. I had a hard time balancing the pros and cons. Sometimes, I didn't know where I belong. Am I a child? Am I an adult? These questions bothered me for sometime. I sought for my own identity. My own individuality. To be oneself.