A year ago (and few days) today, I was here at this exact cafe.
I could still see the sight of myself, genuinely laughing and hearing stories I never thought I’d know, stories that are still residing inside my heart right now. I could still feel how my heart beats while being at its happiest. Back then, everything was going well. I know my purpose, what God wants me to do, and where I would be years from then. I was living in a bubble, a bubble that no one could popped.
It’s thought-stirring, realizing that a lot can change in a year.
Everything happened drastically, I couldn’t keep up. The bubble was gone, and I found myself in the darkness praying for a way out. I’ve thrown lots of questions in the skies, but all I’ve got were dark rain clouds that constructed home above me.
Today, I’m here, at this exact cafe, where I lost her –the girl in the mirror that was once fulfilled, that was once happy. I’m here, a little lost and empty, but with a hope of healing, with a hope that, this time, when I pulled the door open, the coming days wouldn’t be as hard and destructing as the ones that gone by. But if they are to be just the same, and life still gets harder, I will cling to the strength I didn’t rely on through the year, strength that is not mine, but His’, God’s.
It does get better.