I like to think I'm constant.
I'm constantly unselfish (thanks mom)
I'm constantly stressed.
I'm constantly nonjudgmental,
yet, admittedly, I do judge those who judge.

Aren't I just perfect?
When I worked, people hated me for being good at it and expecting the same from them.

Humility? Not really my friend,
I don't boast, but I don't deny my abilities.
I don't deny my shortcomings either.

I was educated in a system that demanded your best.
Now I live in a country that puts emotional wellbeing before education and ability.
I constantly struggle with this.

This dilemma is my constant companion.
Perhaps even my constant friend/enemy.

I constantly love all my family.
I constantly give people the benefit of the doubt.
I constantly form opinions of strangers.
I constantly cage myself in a prison of aloofness.
I constantly pretend disinterest.

I'm constantly afraid of the world, yet I constantly want to explore it.

Yes, I'm constant.