My last post was drafted on the 22nd of January.
It's been quite a while, my friends.
I felt like I lost.
The joy was no longer there.
I no longer mourn.
I can breathe again. When I lost, I thought I lost the meaning of joy. My weekends no longer felt as stellar. I had nothing to look forward to. My life withered again.
What I failed to realize is that this was a result of the lack of love. Not love for another, but a love for oneself.
I ventured again. This time, in solitude. I learned to enjoy my own company again.
I can confident enough to say that my life has truly bloomed. I am a warrior. A weekend warrior with no reservations.