At Peace. . .sort of

The last quarter of 2015 and the start of 2016 has not been pleasant to me. I have been mum about this, but life hasn't been easy since the passing of Lolo Anro and Uncle Gusting. Their untimely demise made me heart broken. Work life was getting stressful at the same time too. And I was lost. I needed to get away, hence my spontaneous trip to Asia. It was needed and well deserved. It was my form of escapism. And It was nice to get away from reality for once.

As cliche as it may sound, I found myself throughout that sojourn. I was able to think things through and decipher what I truly want to do in my life. I came back to Hawaii with all the lessons and I thought I was going to be at peace. But little did I know, I was in state of melancholy. Analogically speaking, I knew where I'm heading to but is struggling getting there. I lost faith in me.  And I allowed the negativity to enter my being. For weeks, I've been living with a dark cloud over my head. I was so unhappy. My heart was full of agony.

But it was my dear friends who lifted me. Their presence as I shared my musings comforted me. They made me realize that life is not so bad and that it must be lived. I'm not completely my old self yet - the fun, the loving,  the positive, and full of dreams Philip - but I'm getting there! After all, I miss that person.