If there is one art I’ve mastered the past five years, it’s this: Surviving Novembers with only love and grace to keep me through.
It’s a funny coincidence how Novembers have given me both the happiest and the most painful experiences in my 23 years of existence. One crossroad after another. One fairy tale preserved in a hard-bound journal forever. One leap into the unknown.
Which ultimately brought me to where I am now.
Now — Happy again, loving the sight of twinkling lights, singing radio mush, taking snap shots of the simplest things (rubics cube on a coffee table, droplets of rain on glass windows, red and green satin ribbons, and other beautiful things). I have everything.. just everything I ever need.
Last year, I looked forward to that time when I could smile again on a November day. The time has come. Who would have thought? :)
Colorful, complicated rubics cube; Sweet, chilly toffee nut latte;
Most people fail to see it but trust me, they make a great match.
Detours: Anywhere but here, maybe we don’t need words; Ituloy angsulong, maybe we can make it to finish line; Guitarchic dot net, maybe this time it will last.PS. Apologies for the emo-ness of this post. What can I do? It’s the season to be.. emo. c”,)