And so it goes…

And I thought it was my final stop.

Four years ago (and a month to be exact), I was already certain about my future. Four years after, I was back to my old self. Cynical. Skeptical. Unsure. Jaded. Dense… Except that I won’t push myself to something that’s not for me. Except that I’m more accepting now. Except that I’m more of disappointed than angry. Except that I know it would be for the best. Except that the cut is deeper and more painful. But life must go on.

Buddha said: In the end you will be judged by how well you lived, how deeply you loved, and how gracefully you’re able to let go of things that aren’t meant for you.

And that’s how I will be judged because I know I’m living my life well, I have loved deeply and I am willing to let go of something that I thought was meant for me.