I have cried myself silly and grieved enough but I still don’t know how to go on. I’ve learned a precious lot in this ordeal and yet I am afraid that I will make the biggest mistakes from here on.
But this is a familiar scene like any of the most important moments in my life. I never really knew what to do next, how to take the next step, and to which direction I was headed. I just did it and went on.
I empty my head and steel my heart and move forward just a little. I could not help looking back once in a while, I could not always guard myself from the influx of memories that surge in my head, and I could not keep myself from taking a step back. And yet I know I must trudge on, toward a different direction farther and farther onward.