[1:36 PM / Saturday / May 11, 2019.]
I found myself walking down the same street I used to walk every day about three years ago, and I remembered how different life was back then. Things I never thought would happen to me, things I never thought I would be okay with, things I never thought I would get over were on my mind all day that day; I felt like I got sent back in time. Now that I’m writing about it, I can’t help but wonder; how would my life look like if certain things, both good and bad, didn’t happen? But then again, I ask myself, what’s the point of doing that when I know I can’t change anything. I don’t know if it’s destiny, karma, the universe or just a coincidence. Maybe it only happens to the ones who can make the most out of it. But does it even matter? I don’t think it does since I’m here, alive, healthy and breathing. I’m learning, growing, and improving day by day. I’m trying not to question everything. I’m very grateful. I’ve even found the courage to talk about all of this, which I never thought I would. I’m not ashamed like I thought I would be. What is even there to be ashamed of; all I’m talking about is a part of the experience as a human being. Life is by no mean perfect, but so far, I’ve handled everything that for some reason came my way. I don’t know those reasons but at this point, I think it’s more important to find reasons to keep going.