My physical self come into existence twenty odd years ago, seemingly defying the statistical improbability due to the difficult circumstances requiring the exact biology and chemistry to be present at the right place, with the right amount and to be delivered in the right dosage.
Yet I am here, on this very moment, or am I?
From then, this body has been wandering around, moving from places to places, doing stuffs and even more stuffs, that everybody around me had told me that all of these places, stuffs and peoples supposedly to bring me meaning, without telling me the meaning of all of these places, stuffs and peoples.
Till about ten years ago.
I still vividly remembered the burning sensation I felt ravaging in my chest, when the place I store my beloved one is tore down mercilessly by another being claiming to be my friend, that I clasped both of my fist so tight that I'm leaving nail marks on them, so that I would not go all out berserk on that face. Then something extraordinary happened.
The conscious that I now named "me"had finally made a breakthrough, breaking the natural swirling rhythm of this lump of atoms, that I used to know him as "me". I raised my chin, let loose my hand and look down at that poor guy. I walk straight past him, giving him zero acknowledgement, even though there is a bucket load of slurs and profanity sling toward my back. The sun never look so good, the breeze never felt so cool.
From that day onward, there is no more turning back.
I cut loose all of those shackles that restrained me at this exact spot, so that I started my own adventures to the places that I used to only limited to my wildest dreams. The thirst of understanding myself is finally quenched with the places I roved by, with the people I loved with all my hearts and ultimately giving out stuff that I've been treasuring for so long.
Welcome to me, I am Jun.