Begin Again

The past month has been a whirlwind of confusion and decisions. Then I realized how my passion and eagerness was fading and I was scared that I will never be good enough in my chosen craft. I made sudden decisions out of hatred, revenge and jealousy and it got me nowhere. So I packed my bags and decided to go home. I want to start again, forget about my miseries and be genuinely happy about life.

It was a gloomy Monday morning when I left the city. My eyes bid goodbye to the busy urban streets I wandered through for years. I guess I won't be seeing much of the city skyline that hid the perfectly clear sky. I know what I am leaving and I know the life I am exchanging. The idea of independence is something a young girl cannot wait to have, most especially when you lived a life where everyone is overprotective of you. I realized how there's nothing much to prove now, I can and I did survived on my own.

I whispered my woes to the clouds-- hoping, wishing and believing that they won't haunt me again.

And finally, I am home. I know I won't be able to see vast and wide opportunities out of the metro but I have a steady assurance that I'm on the right track of living a life where I am at peace.