"Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside, remembering all the times you've felt that way."
~ Charles Bukowski
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I will no longer elaborate. For days now, I've been dragging myself to step out of my room and to present myself to the world. I sure know I'm in the holding pattern. Can't move left, can't move right. Can't move forward nor backward. I have nowhere to go but this place, this moment. I have no one to meet, but these people standing before me.
The only consolation I get is that I know God has been preparing my heart, cleaning it up. He has torn me apart pieces by pieces so I will also know what to pick up and what to throw away in the sea of let-gos and forget-me-nows. Sure the days are hard and inspirations seem so hard to come by. I'm in this stage folks. But I know I'll surely graduate from this. I'll laugh again soon. Laugh again real hard... and loud. Aja!
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