Whoa.
It's been that long? Well, my muse has been on a month-long strike for lack of summons. And it's not necessarily true though that she's back on the job. I just suddenly thought that it seems such a waste of cyberspace if I don't claim my very small part of it.
I've been on a roller coaster of emotions, ironically being raised to such lows, different kinds of lows, and different heights thereof. I'm waiting for the rainbow now. I'm waiting to reach the hilltop after traversing such dark paths. The journey has been exhausting... so far.
It seems to me that I'm back where I was 7 years ago, when I convinced myself that I wanted to take this path. And I did. And the courage of my conviction has faltered. Or maybe, it never was there anyway. I'm as lost as I've always been.
Nonetheless, I am thankful. If not for the people around me right now who genuinely wish for my happiness, who understand the sophomoric uncertainty, who respect the relativity of utter confusion, and who are actually extending their helping hands, I would be broken.
So now, where do I go from here?
