In the midst of confusion and feeling of lostness, a phenomenon which I believe they call quarter-life crises (and a gloomy heart), I refuse to stay sulking at the corner for too long ...
I am going out.
What started as half hearted attempts to pull myself out of this melancholic state resulted to travels characterized by disappointments, and awe for the unexpected beauty; facing the good, the bad, and the ugly reality and enthusiasm for some more. Some days I still crawl back into that loneliness, but tomorrow I’ll continue finding ways to make my smile reach my heart... full info