Guts. Taking Chances. Happiness
Flashback. Three to four months ago. Rooms devoid of light. Car crash scenes. Sinking ship on stormy seas. Ravaging avalanche. Sinkholes and landslides. Zero oxygen atmosphere. Linkin Park's Numb. You probably get the picture already. Then, a flurry of emotions. I was lost. I was scared. I was sorry. I was afraid. I was sad. I was depressed. I was lonely. I was weak. I cried. I wept. I prayed. I hoped. I listened to sad songs. I sang along to sad songs. I tried. I failed. MORDOR. But then, I decided. Move on. Move forward. Live more. Find happiness. Love yourself. Fast forward. Around two months ago. One cool Thursday night. On a famous coffee shop. On a city down south. No discernible reason. For texting. For tweeting. For communicating. For inviting to a coffee. For meeting. But it just felt right. So I trusted my guts. I took my chances. And I found happiness. A spark. A connection. A "kilig" moment. A synergy.