Freewrite : Accept Life As Is
If you ever lost your memory and losing yourself in the process, you're not alone. It's been a long journey for me.Every part I explored, it offered different memories. Sometimes, I found myself disgusted, sometimes I highly spoke of it, sometimes I wished I wasn't that person. It was difficult for me to maintain the newer version of myself verses the older version of myself. I have changed and people around me couldn't accept it.
So, I kept dragging and tried to bring tiny pieces from my past with me. It didn't do well. Stories from my past were lessons.The memory bank kept getting renewed but was corrupted with old broken pieces. Some memories, failed to load properly. While I keep adding new information and eventually, it crashed.
Perhaps today, after almost three years , I finally realized. It's time to move on. To shut the door, close the chapter and accept things happened to me. I should not drag them into my present. If someone comes to me asking more information, I'd just point them out to a chapter in my life where it was all started. It made the person I am today.
I am leaving you back there. I might visit you if someone ask me to reach out to you. But I think our close friendship has to end here. I can't promise if I will ever get back to you. Thank you for all the life lessons you've given me. The good and bad. I bid you farewell. I love you.
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