"The past can hurt, but the way I see it, you can either run from it or learn from it" - Rafiki
Another quote to keep me going today. It's been rough, worst than ever. The maelstrom and free-falling vortex, magnets of unprecedented and equally undesirable fate, has finally caught up with the chase. It is true that the higher you climb, the harder you fall. And maybe I've known it all along, but it's just a whole different thing when your heart rejects logic.
Freedom. I guess that's the only thing I can focus on now. But this freedom begins with an abrupt entry of emptiness I've grown to not having; but maybe you miss being alone and I need to remember the subtle joys in solitude (were there any?). I guess a smile doesn't have to fade, albeit it is inevitable that stormy skies cast a dull expression, blotting any false jubilation with a withering shadow.
I've made up my mind to move on. Maybe to keep calm while I'm at it. This juncture is too precious for me to lose myself, and nothing will get the better of me. But the psychological fear still remains and trepidation nonetheless lurks in the deepest recesses of the overgrown shrubbery of my jungle; thorny vines thrown into a series of convoluted twists and turns, contorting and extracting the very essence of life.
Still, the only way from here is forward. No turning back, no regrets.
I think the most important thing here is that relationships may never be built to last but real friendship is forever. And even the former cannot break what we had.
As good friends.
