life is beautiful

Truly it is.

Weeks of sadness, weeks of thinking, and weeks of not being me. Finally, I'm starting to feel alive again. I've became a wanderer, a stray. But now, with the help of my friends and of course by myself, I've managed to adapt on everything that's happening.

How? I began to accept reality, accept the fact that everything has an end, and nothing truly is permanent in this world.

There's no sense on being down on everything that's not going right. I just think that--everything that happens has a reason.

Life has its ups and downs. All we have to do is to ride with it.