Life it is....
It has been and is a violent journey to come in terms with my emotions. Even though the tough exterior and the peppy talk, sugarcoats the depth and the shallow inside, I find myself lost in it. As years passes, the essence gets stronger and so does the bitterness. This journey is not so unique, just like a mundane routine, with a bag full of emptiness and a hand full of fulfillment. But I just don’t let it feed on my hope, even though it burns every tiny single cell of my body. Yet it is all I have left, which brings a bit of peace to the little girl, for the battles she fought. I know, this journey’s ultimate destiny is not to win, I might not, but still to forgive myself, to be there for myself, for the little survivor. This journey is no different from yours. It is life.
