Original Poetry, Original Writing

A Post-Choly Diary

Everyone I love reminds me of my bravery, but here’s a little secret: 

Hidden deeply within the depths of my bravery

is a fear that consumes me. 

A fear that time is running out,

and so is my luck. 

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Surviving 2016

My proudest moment of 2016 is knowing

I survived.

I overcame the worst

life could throw at me. 

I broke into 

god knows how many pieces,

but,

I put myself back together. 

If that’s not my greatest achievement

I don’t know

what is. 

 

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!

2016 has brought us a whirlwind of emotions. It’s felt like a bloody long year too!

From restarting my degree at the university of my dreams, to meeting some of the truly wonderful people I now hold dear to me, it’s been a crazy year that I wouldn’t change for the world. It’s also taught me how important it is to keep your loved ones close: to cherish every second you have with them, because life is far too unpredictable and we just cannot know when our time on this earth will be over.

Strangers have become best friends. Best friends have become family. Family ties have grown stronger (in some cases, mind!) 2016 has been a year of life lessons, too. I’ve learnt that people will come in and out of your life, but those who are supposed to be in it will come back to you eventually. Those who don’t come back, well, for the briefest moments, they were in your life for a reason. All we can do is learn from what they’ve taught us, and move on with what they’ve left behind. Life is too unpredictable to hold grudges and negativity against those we once cared for.

I look forward to a year of positivity ahead of me. As cliche as it sounds, I’m very much looking forward to leaving negativity behind me in 2016, and moving forward with those who stuck by me relentlessly this year, bringing me nothing but happiness and filling my life with love.

Happy 2017! Let’s make it a good one.

“In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.” – Unknown

A x

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