"finding yourself"

Dearest friend,

I have learnt; to learn things the hard way.

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I remember very patently, one of my greatest friend in Singapore saying that when we gain something, we will always and indubitably lose something. After all, people come only in forms of verbal support, it is unfortunately, 'twas to say also fortunately, that they will not be the one that will overcome the obscurities before you, and ultimately the things you tell yourself is what becomes vital -- It has been an excruciating wait. But the wait is now over -- and I have lost certain things I have gripped my life over for. But I am utterly glad to be found again. I wish to tell you every sorta detail, the kind of wild things I found along the pathways, the people I met through the journey whom I would have thought would stay but taught me more lessons than what was opposed, the inevitable betrayals; the aggravating times I have always been too immensely pridefully self-reliant to give in to camaraderie and also the each time fell so hard and swallowed all my pride when I became exasperated and had nothing left to hang onto, and was left to beg for any slightest comfort but nobody came along, not even the ones I thought would, the suppression of every inch - of grasping each emotions I honestly solemnly felt, the senses that evoked with touch, the things I saw, the air I breathed - I cannot even begin to tell you how bittersweet it have all been. Do not ever let your experiences exacerbate your current state, and do not let it all accumulate into resentment. Instead, remember those people that left you helpless because you can now not forget to remember that you are actually, and surprisingly, stronger than you think. I am aware I came out with bruised knees, but I swear it was worth it. I hope we can meet again soon, for I am terribly exuberant to tell you all about it! I hope you are hanging on as much as I have been, for every heartbreak and warfare - I want to encourage you, and I want to keep spurring you on until the day you make it through, I know you'll be given as promised. So press on, my friend. Hold onto only what is good, do not let the naysayers ever get you. Embrace every second, take photographs and remember these phase of waiting, and the days of paining, moulding, as you know yourself you are changing into someone far much better than your fragile self. Travel far, my wayfarer. For there is someone out there who loves you

















and is waiting for you fervently everyday
for you to learn to love again.
Yours truly,

Jangthedeer.





Photographs of how I found my way home:

Without edits
Taken with my old, but beautiful, 

Olivius Jones