For Whatever We Lose

An entry I jotted down in my journal a few months back while on a surf weekend in Crystal Beach, Zambales. The event described, however, took place in La Union back in May of this year.

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Moving Forward

I will pick up, not necessarily from where I left off, but I will move forward.

Sure, two years unaccounted for; undocumented, only on paper though, because undocumented as those couple of years may be, the events and moments were real and the hard-earned lessons engraved into my reckless and stubborn heart.

Having said that, I don't find a need to go back and retell my story. Sure there will be a huge gap from my last entry before this one, but I don't feel the need to tell anyone my story anymore. It's a jaded story after all, one that I've told over and over to my friends as part of my cathartic healing process.

And because I'm ok now, let's talk about happy things ey? I'll try blogging again. Moving forward like nothing happened.