On being perennially lost and found
It’s already been a month since the march and goodbyes, and yet here I am still having a hard time letting go.
As much as I trust the power of time and fate to work all its magic, I am also a believer of moments, of people, and of how a single opportunity, when used well, can make the big difference. Sadly, I have missed my chances. My glory days were long over. And as I’ve made a long list of my achievements, it’s disheartening that they can still be outweighed by my failures and almost-successes. I refuse to accept it.
