One story at a time

When one door closes,  sometimes it slams. Leaves a bruise i wasn't ready for. Leaves me staring at my own hands,  wondering what i was holding - and why it wasn't enough to stay. But endings are sly,  they rarely show their second half. Because when one goes -  another comes. A softer voice. A moment that reminds me that,  I am still capable of laughing,  without flinching. When love leaves -  let it. When the trail ends - rest. Because when one goes,  another always comes. If only i stay open,  long enough,  to let it in. You came,  We lived in the almost -  a space too warm to be strangers, too cold to be love. But i stayed there. Whatever this is,  it feels like moonlight in motion - quiet,  golden,  unspoken. There are no titles here,  no timelines,  no answers. Just they way your eyes find mine -  in a crowded room,  and everything else fades. We meet in moments -  stolen,  sac...

They don't tell you that coming back, hurts more than the blisters ever did.  That silence hits different when it's not wrapped in muds and stars. I finished the trail,  and everyone congratulates -  But no one hears the echo in my chest,  where the wind used to live. I try to plug back in -  to friends, to dinner plans, to the 9-to-5 grind,  but nothing quite fits. My body is here, but my soul is still somewhere between mile marker and that ridge,  where i first realized i was alive. They asked, "How was it, was it fun?" I smile and nod,  but how do i speak of sky and mountains? Of rain that cleanses more than skin? Of finding strength so deep within? I miss the dirt under my nails. The way my skin smelled like the sky. The way my thoughts got quite -  not because they disappeared,  but because nature listened without needing to reply. I left the trail with dirt on my skin,  and your name still stuck between my lungs. A different...

Hi lovely readers, its pretty amazing how my life wasn't that bad. Yes i agree, there were times when things went all wrong but when you recall back, your happy moments outweigh your bad moments, that is something you should be thankful for. Yesterday, my friends and i had a chit chat about our past life and what are we going to do with our future. It suddenly became a very emotional session where we felt like tears streaming down our cheeks and we were out of breath. Being a doctor is such an honor job in this world if you really do what a doctor supposed to do. But i don't know why, I felt like i don't rank a doctor as high as i ranked it when i was in the secondary school. Nevertheless, i still you know, still living in this medical field because doing something good is what I search for in this world. Helping people is the best thing you can do. Life in a med-school wasn't easy. I almost give up so many times. Every day is so packed with things and its like you ...