Life... It's Going On

I started writing here a little over seventeen months ago. Looking back at my earliest blogs, I see how far I've come. The thoughts that plagued my mind then do so now too, but to a lesser extent. And the experience is not as heart wrenching as it used to be.

Now I think about all the friends that I miss and smile at the fond memories. No longer does it tear me apart to think about those times. Someone said this day would come, and at that time I didn't believe him. Someone said that things will only get better from that point onwards, and at the time, I didn't believe him.

As I stand here, on the threshold of another phase of my life, terrified of what the future holds, I remember his words. Perhaps life may dip once more in the future, cyclical as it is, but those moments only hold the hope of a future rise. Silver lining.

I was terrified when she spoke to me about it. I felt robbed of something I cherish most about myself - my youth. Ever so often, I find the greatest joy in laughing out loud and hard, and I felt that side of me disappear as she spoke those words. I obsessed about it the whole evening and partially at night, imploring sleep to come, to take away those thoughts.

Sleep did come, eventually, but only after I had decidedly made peace with myself. I broke it down, deciding what it meant for me and my future. And I did this with a little help.

Those friends will be there (thanks to the wonder called the Internet & another called cars). They will be there to ease the pain during difficult times and to help deciphering ideas that are too large to comprehend.

Peace is attained and Sleep snuggles in.