crumb trails

For several months, I felt like I was suspended in mid-air. I didn’t know if I’m supposed to move up or plunge down. Surely, there would be new discoveries up the ladder. But would it be a worthy climb? On the other hand, letting go is similar to a rapid dive–you don’t know if you would land safely or end up like a bird with a broken wing (and some limbs, too, maybe). Everyday, a storm was raging inside my head. Getting up in the morning was an ordeal. I walked with heavy footsteps, as if boulders were tied to my ankles.

But all I needed was courage and decide what would make me a happier, much better person. I didn’t know I possessed that much bravery until I let go and let fate guide me to a new path.

I should thank the circumstances which led me to chose the dive. Yes, I did, but with some cautions. And as with other storms, it did pass. I’m alright. I feel free, a master of myself. Fear has no room now.

And so, I start another phase of life with a new-found courage and a rekindled passion to strive and hope for better things.

I’m back on track, finally.