Last night, as usual, I was lying in bed, staring at my room’s ceiling with Matt next to me reading when I said out loud, “I need to write.” I spoke to him instead but still feel compelled to write down what I thought.
I want to remember everything as it is right now. I want to remember the mundane, the routine, the habits because this time tomorrow, I may just have new routines, new habits that may soon become the mundane. I wonder how different my life would be this time tomorrow.
Life has, somehow, given me the change I had always craved for but I thought it’s given me the change four and a half months ago when I met Matt. And now, it’s presented a something completely new altogether. Funny how I desperately yearned for something drastically different in my life more than a year ago but nothing much came along and I made do with what I had. But when it finally come more than a year later when I was pretty much contented with my life, I don’t know how to make sense of it.
Hanafi told me last Friday that he felt I was brave to do this and I was, honestly, taken aback. I didn’t realise it was bravery; I thought it was just going along with what Life has to offer.
So I told Matt last night (at the same time convincing myself) not to be scared of what has yet to come. We know everything happens for a reason and what is happening now is happening for a reason too though we don’t know the reason/s yet. But let’s have faith that the Universe will always have a plan for us and that Life will always have a way of working out eventually.
There would be moments of doubts whether you had taken the right step or done the right thing but nobody knows for sure if they would be right. So let’s be brave and see what Life has in store for us.
