It All Shall Pass

It seems, my life, has just been a journey of packing and unpacking, laughing and crying.

It was an absolute happy day for me yesterday - in fact, the happiest I have been since January this year. I thought I had everything going - an excellent score in my recent endeavour, a step closer to reaching my dream (albeit setting me back big time in terms of moolah) and much-needed love and attention from my beloved friends. On my way to collecting my results, I thought to myself, "Life is awesome! It could only get better."

But today, I am looking at those very things which should have come ages ago. Just hit me all at one go - I would have much preferred. For the last thing I need in my life right now is to relive those memories I am badly trying to shelf aside. It is simply not fair to let my wound heal a little only to tear it open again at regular intervals.

As I unpacked, I had the urge to cry. To let my tears flow and wallow in the past. As I rummaged through the boxes, little pieces came to light and those memories flowed. I looked out the window and took a deep breath. I swallowed my saliva and held back my tears.

I repeated to myself those wise words of someone - "If you do that, the only one suffering is you." How true. It is time I love myself more and give my tears and heart only to those who deserve.

But please, just let my wound heal wholly for once.