Last monday, I was given the opportunity to be back and continue my journey. I went to confession.
Trivia about me: I cry whenever I confess.
While confessing, I was crying. It was impossible to contain my tears for more than 3 seconds. They keep running down my cheeks just like a waterfalls. I kept wiping my face to prevent flood but no avail, they never seemed to stop. I calmed myself after confession - kept trying not to cry, looked upwards to prevent the tears from rolling, kept laughing to ease the pain and guilt.
Attending a mass reminds me of so many good things that, unfortunately, already happened in the past and cannot be relived in the present. I can't help but be sorry for myself and to God because I have offended Him several times.
The main issue remains to be unsolved though. Hay.
However, amidst the sadness and faults, I am welcomed to a new beginning. God have given me the chance to start all over again. And for that, I am very very grateful.
I'm actually back to my happy and contented self :)
I'm just a little more introspective and appreciative this time.
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Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
- Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
