O.P.

I’ve been home for the past 4 days, although I have been warmly welcomed like the usual, but I feel like I am just on a transitory visit.

Definitely not anyone’s fault, but that’s how time has changed…
I’m here, but not really…

Ang hirap pala talaga kalaban ng time and distance… No matter how familiar you are in a place, eventually, your absence will make you feel like you are no longer part of the norm… Of course your memory remained, you can always catch up, but it’ll be so much different unlike if you’re always around.

If I don’t see SG as my home, and if I’m having this sentiments now that I am here back to my supposedly “sanctuary”, then, where do I truly belong?

Maybe it’s true, that life is a series of letting go… That you have to keep on moving… Maybe, I just need to find where to lead forward…

God, please keep me under your guidance always…

“Catching every drop of hope
In my empty cup…
I can see a better day
I won’t let the darkness in
What a journey it has been…”

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