Wandering Scribbles...

It has been awhile since I visited my dear blog and I can sense, it is in dire need of new scribbles. Let me start off with a few scribbles and maybe I can take it from there.

Last night, while I was chasing Morpheus in the streets of Rigga and Muraqqabat, a gazillion of realisations cross my mind. My life, my plans, my well-being, my anxieties, stress, pressure, my job, my dysfunctional love life, and yes, even my sex life, my studies, my thesis adviser, my emails, my office stuff, a lot. This will be my 4th year in the Gulf, my 3rd year at school, my 27th year of existence and well, soon to be my 5th month after that very bad break up (I have to highlight it, otherwise people might think I haven't had one). I am still in one piece - this is what I finally came into conclusion. It is still me, a better me? No, but definitely a more aware ME.

I am just glad that every day is another day to celebrate life, to celebrate ME. While I always find myself in the middle of challenges, it is indeed a matter of picking up your own pieces in the afternoon, glue them together at night and wake up as a whole the next morning. Maybe this time, I have aged enough to realise that while I am yet to be at the pinnacle of my life, but at least, I can hold my head high and not simply keep on bobbing up and down as if drowning in a flood of life's realities.