Twenty One

I used to keep memories a lot. I am very sentimental and emotional. I treasure anything and everything that touches my heart, from fancy gifts to worthless candy wrappers or environmental tickets paid from the entrance of a mountain foot. I used to be very expressive with how I felt and I am always safe about my freedom of expression. Not anymore.

I have been missing myself so much. I don't have that fire. I don't have that zeal. Over the years I have thought so highly of the passion and advocacy I have in my heart. I carry them with pride, so much love and dedication but now. I am losing myself. Or am I transitioning into a lazy old lady unable to run a 21 Km distance anymore?

Maybe yes.

I miss multiple sunrise and morning jogs and multiple "I love you". I miss an endearment I have longed to hear in my thousand lives. Indeed the world is round. We either choose or we'll get to be chosen. It's still a choice we have to make. The key to happiness is not in waiting for someone. You owe it to yourself to be willing to make a conscious effort and be happy.