Had a really absolutely major fell-out with one of my good friend. It is ironic how someone can tell you that only good friends say the truth and confront you the next after telling her her flaws in the face. Maybe me over-estimated our friendship or me had under-estimated her tolerance for criticism.
No, am not cross with her, just disappointed. Very much disappointed.
A strange yet familiar feeling is spreading in my heart. I get this feeling everytime I try to think about the years i have lived, the things I have done and most oftenly, the people I have met.
Somehow, the older I get, the younger my memories become. One by one, they cross the memory bridge to say hi, bringing me back to the days when I was younger. And as they pass, the feeling of loss deepens.
My friend once told me, focus on the view beyond instead of the finger in front. Else, you will never see anything beyond your finger. As the scenes flash by, I silently promise myself that I will not delete them from my memory bank.
For if I don’t look past the wetness of the rain, I will never see the beauty it brings.
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This is a journal where I am unknown to anyone, where I am just another online citizen sharing her insignificant thoughts and feelings. No ill intentions, just some little things that went through my head while I live my life, awaiting the rain. I love rain, just so you know, because after it will come a bow.
If you are reading this, it means that you have somehow chanced upon this little lady and her garden of flowers, each a stalk of life wonders. Feel free to share, for that is what i am doing.
So, welcome.
