Back then, my goals were different. My priorities, my feelings, my thoughts—everything was different. Sometimes I wonder, when did I change this much? Perhaps there are darker sides to this transformation, but strangely enough, I am deeply happy with the person I have become.
I realize now that, somehow, I made it. Something happened—perhaps something very small, almost insignificant—and that tiny thing touched my life like a magic wand.
After those little reasons, I began again. I began to live, to truly experience life, to keep going.
Then I started to understand that falling alone was not enough to make me rise again. I had to reach the very bottom. I had to lose every last bit of hope. All my goals had to fall apart, one by one.
And most importantly, I had to forget myself completely.
Only then could I begin again…
