I wasn't exactly sure how to write my next post, because after such a long span of time, it was almost like my fingers, mind and everything else were just too numb to write. Too weak to flow, like I'm being enslaved by my own incapacity. To be frank, even right now, I'm just sitting here trying to push myself to write hoping that after a point it'll flow all by itself, the way it used to. Hoping that it'll be as simple as breathing, the way it used to.
I called my last post "kick-off", and now, come to think of it, it doesn't really feel like I kicked off. It's more I was catapulted with full force across an endless chasm I could never ever conquer. And like the best and worst of things, it did end but the end came quite unexpectedly- In this deep "endless" abyss- I landed in the middle of nowhere, too weak and too fragile to get up and find my way home.
But it's different now -and I promise.
And that's why I call this my "baby steps"; because I helped myself up and I'm daring to stagger across as much as I can- just like a child does, no matter how difficult and painful it is, no matter how many times he or she has to trip, stumble and fall...because that elegant, graceful stride that comes at the end of it really is worth all that pain.
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