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Isn't it strange, how life can change? one moment you are on the pyre burning in intense fire the next moment saved by a path newly paved an exit you did not see is suddenly there to set you free open that door that scared you so find a light to pull you out of that low it didn't happen in a day or a month or a year but one fine day, i noticed the fabric had become sheer i ripped that fabric, ripped my fear is it gone? no, it still lives with me in me but somehow, i smile when the first rain falls i can see hope when the sun rises i like to sit with the moon while she travels the sky at night all it needed was to accept and

Who knew so much would change since my last journal entry? Who knew so many relations would end? Who knew so many hearts would break? If only life came with a future prediction device. Or at least with a user guide. But i doubt any of that would make life any simpler. No matter what you face. Or who you face. what they do. Or how they do it. you just have to pick up the pieces and move on ... or life will do it for you.

Soo ... around the end of 2009, i got this brilliant idea to write letters to my sisters that they would 'preferably' read after i was long gone. (Damned inspiration from movies!!) The plan went kaput, however, when my younger sister stumbled upon one such letter. She kind of understood from the contents what my intentions were and god, her face ... It made me realize what an absolutely idiotic idea this was, especially when you consider the fact that none of us know when we're actually going to die. I mean, what if they both died before me? Then not only would they never have a chance to see my letters, i might also be the only one left to