Here I am starting over. Some wise men say that every new day is a new beginning, a day to start over, rectifying wrongs, repenting from sins. Each man is given a gift of a day everyday as long as he lives. It is up to him to choose what he may do with it.
Yesterday I was yet a woman dressing into her new clothes of womanhood, lost in a few decisions and henceforth bound to retreat to my old girly suits of endless fear and dependence on another person, anyone other than myself.
But what have these years taught me, I asked myself; the many trials and attempts and pursuits and searching, the circles that never end, hence the paranoia of getting back to square one?
How broadly I look at the world then lose sight from looking at too many and wondering about things that don't pass my way. Is it therefore I wander mostly? Where is my direction in this world?
I know the answer to that. To seek His love and compassion. To seek Him. To find out why He brought me all the way here to this strange world of sadness and happiness. And maybe someday soon I will find the straight and narrow path to Heaven, and it'll be worth the wait.
And so I begin.
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