And So It Begins ...

Yes. It's 5 to 10 pm. 2 hours to all hallows eve. With a glass of fine red wine, reggae music in this dark night, I'm off to a fresh start. Surrounded by a paradise shadowed by silence and emptiness. It has been been quite sometime. My closest friends have been asking me for the longest time to start a blog. But then i never had the time. Never had the time to share the deepest crevices of my soul. Never had the time to be real. Break free from the illusions of success and popularity. To be me, to be human, to feel weak, to feel despair. To feel pain.

I guess pain is the epitome of the humanities. It reminds you of being mortal. That not everything will be alright. Not everything will turn out as you planned. Not all dreams are meant to come true. Even if you did give your best. And you really can't do anything about it but just to accept it. There's no point in dwelling on what ifs or could have been. "C'est la vie" as they say in french.

It's sad. Very sad. But at the end of the day you know it's for the better. That things come to past as they should. For whatever better purpose or brighter tomorrow, it has to unfold. For dreams were never meant to be held by hands blinded by promises or hallucinating experiences, brought upon by some drug some call as "love". Love flagbastered by acute hormonal experiences by the species.

I'm in pain. It's okay.

Things end. They always do.

But when something ends, something starts....

And that makes life all the way more worth living.

And so here I am. And so it begins....