I see myself.
Lopsided,imperfect but happy.
I see the scary roads I walked down.
And suddenly they don't look that scary.
I see the mistakes I made over the years.
And suddenly they don't seem that terrible.
Turning back can be re-living the horror of failure for some,
but for me,it's just coming out of the frame and looking at it.
Yes,that's how memories are.
P.S.After a not-so-long(but loathed anyway)break,I'm back with another Fantabulous February post. Kanika of Sensitive Chaos can inspire one in funny ways. I'm writing a happy post,can you even imagine? I'll give some credit to fellow blogger Rahul too. He writes beautifully,without giving in to the temptation of being frustrated,disturbed and angry. Yeah,I believe it's easy to write in pain or anger but it's tougher to produce a beautiful piece exuding loads of positivity. But that doesn't mean happiness isn't beautiful,right? That sure as hell doesn't.