the journey

i thought i saw someone from my haunting past yesterday. excitedly told cia but turned out we were both wrong.

but the point isn't just that. the prime point is that i could look her in the eye and not wince or hide. my eyes darted around for him. my heart was racing but it wasn't panic. it was psyched. i really wanted to look at them and see the difference between us. how strong they've made me. ahh the sense of pride, really.

i'm fortunate in the sense i've not seen what could hurt the most in 2 years. not once in 2 years when i was recovering from the post trauma.

however, i'm ready. and nothing else matters anymore.

it's a sign of milestone. for me, at least.

i guess i'm becoming like a whole new breed of independent women. i wouldn't dare say i've been through plenty of hardship (it's true) but i've seen enough (by my standard) to make the decisions i've made.

it's been a great journey trudged. i loved every moment of it.

special thanks to sheena who shot me a deep question and let me ponder... :)

thank you also to each and everyone of you beloved ones who enforced wise words upon me.

i continue learning everyday.