Dear Journal,
There's something spectacular in routine, it's the cause for brilliance-- like the sunrise and sunset each day. I rushed to the beach today to witness this spectacle only to find the sun shrouded by clouds. The moon has risen.
It's but a sliver, slightly more.
Most of us, me included, don't follow our hearts as people around us feign that they know what's best for us. Shilpa left working for us because of her husband. The new maid Pratibha is doing the same.
I'm not sure of reincarnation. We may have just one life; best to make the most of it.
I was never good with New Year's Resolutions. Here is a new resolution for from now on: I will always follow my heart.
Much has been lost from being diplomatic. I started smoking because I was that friend who always agreed with Qud, feisty as she was. I will reason with myself. If people like Buro scream to make me see their point of view, I will keep quiet, yet I will reason, I will always reason with my mind.
I am grateful for the sea.
I'm grateful for the sun.
I'm grateful for Saoirse.
I'm grateful for my family.
I'm grateful for my job.
I'm grateful for Buo.
I'm grateful for food.
I'm grateful for my phone with its camera.
I'm grateful for my heart and mind.
I'm grateful for my health.
I'm grateful for love and life.
Love,
Me.
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