Oh, no wonder.
I was wondering why today just felt so blah. Something was on my mind, but the mist of life’s everyday problems resembled a thick, pea-soup fog thus obscuring my rationale. Soon, the fog settled, only to reveal a simple sticky note. October 15. Time to revisit memory lane and think about how much I’ve grown (or not) since this day exactly, four years ago.
The more I try to forget, the more I remember. So, instead of fighting it, I vow to embrace it as part of the person I am today. It doesn’t hurt so much now as it has before—that’s the wonder of time’s healing properties. Instead of allowing this day to become a cesspool of regrets and what-ifs, I hereby establish it as a simple yet experience-driven reminder that it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all… and that life, no matter how hard it gets, will go on.
Happy October 15th, self.
