Not too long ago, I crashed my car. The accident happened right after a really (repeat that ten times) really bad weekend. I didn't think that things could get worst and then the next minute I know - Boom, phrat, krahhh (you get the point), this SUV bangs onto the left side of my baby Mazda.
Prior to the accident, I didn't really sleep or eat for two days and I guess that could have attributed to it all. In any case, I have learnt my lesson - Never drive when you are running on zero fuel; mentally and/or physically.
Well the whole point of this entry isn't really about the car accident but the events that surround it.
I've been holding onto some baggage, not the type that you can easily unpack. And though I really thought I was over it all, sometimes I still get little flashbacks and return to it. Though I don't think writing about it here is a solution but instead once again, reminding myself of that horrid week, I just hope that someday soon, I'll get past it all.
I'm not really that optimistic but I've decided that at this point in time, I won't let go of that hope. Fingers crossed, one day I'll see that because of what has happened, things are finally falling into place. What I had wished for has finally come to be. And right there and then, I can look back and laugh at what has happened in the past and smile.
I once read that getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward. Blisters or not, perhaps it really is time for me to let go, reach out and grab on to the next thing in front of me. Maybe I have already done just that and don't know it yet.
Regardless, I still strongly believe in those three faithful words: Life goes on.
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... it's the beginning of a new life."
