I always knew what I wanted.
Most of us name yesterday as “Year 1809”, “a long, long time ago”, “back when I was in high school” or any other group of words that spell a time that makes us pause and look far, far back behind us. Continue reading
the sound that hushes workaholic world and all its worries,
I used to love that before. Continue reading
They say it’s already late…
It was another day in the office when I stumbled upon this entry. It was also a day after a period wherein I hated where I exactly was and made efforts to escape from here. It’s been two years and I found myself longing for a better place each day that I was at this same seat. Slowly, attachment to where I am strongly began to weaken and the longing for better things screamed in my head with giant megaphones every single time that I was doing the same things that I have been doing for the past two years.
It says, “You made it through one more year and see how you’ve been walking through and through? Your age says it. And it is miraculously beautiful.”
It says, “You have so much people to love and so many love you more than you can ever feel.”
It says,”You have changed once more and I hope it means you have become gladder, wiser, healthier, and stronger.”
It says, “You have actually always been blessed. Your needs were never forgotten; they were always served right infront of you.”
It says, “You have become one-more-year-victorious and most likely, you’d be under the fireworks again three hundred sixty five or less days from now.”
It says, “It’s a New Year, dear. AND YOU ARE ALIVE.”
There was a time when you stared at the blue sky thinking of things that people around you surely cannot grasp. It was a time when there was only one person by your side and the whole world felt like it had a whole universe of its own. There was a time when you walked those streets, ignored yet busy with those musings and little wishes. There was a time when you wished that the stars would listen and sweep reality with its way of dancing. It was a time so sad and lonely but very hopeful at the same time. And that hope you had, which you only had, was what kept you going. Sunny day or a hurricane coming, you were there feeling and respecting everything on its way.