I wondered then, if seeking for something from someone is everything, if seeking for something from someone is worth it.
I wondered then, if to fill in the void is to reach for someone to fill it for you.
I wondered then, but sometimes, you are more than enough. That loving yourself is more than
enough and being alone is completely okay. That people leaving is also a part of life and departing from the world is inevitable.
I learned that realizing is tough and acknowledging is tougher, but with accepting comes the peace and the calming of the raging storm within one's self. I learned then, that fighting your own demons isn't enough, that sometimes, befriending them can also be okay, that sometimes listening to them can be the answer you need to find the missing pieces of you.
I learned then, that dying isn't always mean an ending, but it could also mean a continuation of something, that dying doesn't always end something but could also a start of a cycle, of regrets and anguish, of if only's and what if's. And living is courageous and strengthening, it's bravery and fighting.
And to live is to die, but to live is also a journey of wonders and mysteries
