Rising, after a whirlwind.

These last few months have flown past me, like some storm that I couldn’t escape from, changing me and everything around me as it flew past. Just like that quote by Murakami that says "When you come out of a storm, you’re never the same.” They’ve brought out sides of me that I never knew existed. They’ve made me hide behind imaginary walls that I built around me, made me zone out everything I cared about. They’ve been like clouds, blocking my view of the sun, preventing me from seeing clearly, blurring me vision of the world. They’ve had me reliving memories that had been buried so deep, I hadn’t thought about them in years. They had me burying my head in my pillow every night and wishing I was 10 again. They had me wishing people never had dreams, because when dreams aren’t pleasant, it’s scary, because you have no control over what happens in your dreams. They gave me insomnia, something I never thought I’d ever have even in my wildest dreams. They made me remember all the things I had started and gave up on, and wishing I could go back to that time and change all those decisions. But I know one thing for sure. I won’t ever do that again, I won’t waste the time I’ve got and I won’t give up on things that easily. I won’t let that horrible ghost of laziness win again, if I’ve got the choice. Life just isn’t worth wasting; living it, is worth it, even with all its ups and downs. No, I won’t let the last few months bring me down; I’ll make the best of everything I’ve learnt from them and start all over. I’ll try my best not to hide, because hiding just isn’t my thing anymore.