2015

I finally come to term with myself…leaving behind all the dreams I ceased to pursue. There was always a sense of interim whenever I think about the things that I dreamed about. I always felt I had to go back and finish what I started. All the more I felt lost and misplaced. But life allows only a handful of complete freedom, and in hindsight, I was granted with that rare though brief lightness of being. I was young and reckless. I was free to do what my heart desired. Regardless of what came out of it, that in itself has a meaning. I lived it. No single drop of regret remains. I finally come to term with myself. It is okay to let go and dream something new.