My second life or my third one?
Technically, this is my third shot at life. First is when I was born, second is 10 years ago, third is last year. But since one’s birth is just ‘natural,’ mine could just be another chance.
It shouldn’t be a big deal. I’m alive and living. What should matter is that I’m finally moving on.
It may be late, but as they say “Better late than never,” right? I also am not sorry. My second life, although not remarkable, is worthy of my tears and my pain.
It was then that I learned to smile. It was then that I appreciated friendship. It was then that I trusted, understood and believed. It was then that I loved.
I guess it’s just been hard for me to let go. I’ve been beginning ever since. Won’t you try to hold back and refuse giving up?
It would be harder to give in and just welcome my third life. But this is the choice I’ve finally set my mind to. A choice I will fight for until I myself believe.
I could laugh. I could strengthen bonds. I could venture again and live.
Happy New Year!