The silver lining and other proverbial phrases.
This has not been the best year so far...
January started with mono and constant fighting with my friend.
February felt like the longest month of the year...
March found me heartbroken and ostracized in a foreign country.
April mocked my struggling to finish work and saw me giving up on love and friendship in general.
May left me numb, without a room, a car, and insanely broke.
June saw me minus one great friend, and plus 2 unavoidable enemies.
July closed with me feeling hurt, betrayed and used, and facing the cold shock of reality that death comes for even the young.
August stole any money I had left and ruined whatever car was around. And more importantly, showed me how evil greed can be...
September finds me unable to communicate.
October storms in and laughs at my face, reminding me that death comes for the old as well.
But somehow, although this year is one of my most challenging 365 days yet, I feel more at peace than I have in a long time. I'm gently falling in love with myself. I've never felt so true, and been so comfortable with the person I'm becoming...
In between the weeks of chaos, I've managed to rekindle old friendships to a warmth I didn't know could exist. I've picked up new friends as well. Good friends. I've learned a thing or two about how little material and money I really need to feel whole. I've learned to let go of people that don't exist to me anymore. I've created some of my best memories to date. Even memories that involve no one but myself. I even gained some form of closure with my ex, which I never dreamed could be possible.
Naturally we all grow from a little struggle, but I guess when you throw it all on your plate at once, you have only two roads you can take: Bury yourself in sorrow and excuses, or pick yourself up, learn, and live.. a little more.
This is going to be the first really Fall I've seen since I moved to New York.
January started with mono and constant fighting with my friend.
February felt like the longest month of the year...
March found me heartbroken and ostracized in a foreign country.
April mocked my struggling to finish work and saw me giving up on love and friendship in general.
May left me numb, without a room, a car, and insanely broke.
June saw me minus one great friend, and plus 2 unavoidable enemies.
July closed with me feeling hurt, betrayed and used, and facing the cold shock of reality that death comes for even the young.
August stole any money I had left and ruined whatever car was around. And more importantly, showed me how evil greed can be...
September finds me unable to communicate.
October storms in and laughs at my face, reminding me that death comes for the old as well.
But somehow, although this year is one of my most challenging 365 days yet, I feel more at peace than I have in a long time. I'm gently falling in love with myself. I've never felt so true, and been so comfortable with the person I'm becoming...
In between the weeks of chaos, I've managed to rekindle old friendships to a warmth I didn't know could exist. I've picked up new friends as well. Good friends. I've learned a thing or two about how little material and money I really need to feel whole. I've learned to let go of people that don't exist to me anymore. I've created some of my best memories to date. Even memories that involve no one but myself. I even gained some form of closure with my ex, which I never dreamed could be possible.
Naturally we all grow from a little struggle, but I guess when you throw it all on your plate at once, you have only two roads you can take: Bury yourself in sorrow and excuses, or pick yourself up, learn, and live.. a little more.
This is going to be the first really Fall I've seen since I moved to New York.