It is 2.35am on a peaceful morning when I am writing this post.
And it has been a long time since I posted.
And an even longer time since I feel a sense of optimism and hope for the future.
On the bus ride home, I suddenly thought of my life in phases. And in all of these phases, I saw myself struggling to stay afloat, trying to make sense of who I am and what I am going to be.
And today, I see the start of a new phase in my life. It wouldn’t be a completely new me starting on a new journey, as I always thought that the start of these phases should be. Instead, I see someone more mature, more peaceable and more willing to learn, taking on a new stride in this world that I have yet to figure out fully.
For the first time in many, many months, I find myself having a new hope and optimism, away from the thoughts of futility that left me lost and cynical. It is indeed a final end to the phase of transition I had been going through since I left Junior College last year. For a large part, I felt lost without hope, yet clinging on to the ideals of love that I couldn’t quite reconcile.
Thus, this transition phase has ended, but it also heralds a new beginning that will certainly bring about love, joy and laughter in the midst of the different trials and sufferings that I have to go through. The past will also come back and present itself, but there is enough will and strength to overcome them, so that I can be the bigger person that my loved ones need me to be.