Where the heck is that cynic???

This is something I wrote 2 years ago:

I live now. And I do my best. I think I'm much lucky to be where I am at the moment, to get to travel, to meet a lotta people, to have fun, and to be incessantly blessed with love from family n friends. So I look so bright in the future: to the heartaches I'll get over with, to many wonderful times, to sum dreams that will eventually come true. So I'm happy. It's my choice. It is my hope that I touch people's lives that way they do mine... What about me? I believe in miracles. I believe in love. Reality could slap me and I'll throw back a smile :)

This is something I wrote yesterday:

Good life is celebrated by recognition of random things. Like infectuous smiles, unsolicited favors, kind strangers... Our choice to see beyond the ugly truths and to embrace the beautiful constants keeps us in the light. Struggle becomes Acknowledgement. This is where we discover the best part … and that is our ability to surprise ourselves. The sky does start under our feet.

Phase 2

I start this day with an overwhelming soaring spirit. For the first time this year I'm just so up and about I can just dance here carefree, careless ... just happy. Finally reunited with my beautiful constants in life. Blessed with stronger friendship with truest friends. And overwhelmed by the new people that are in my life.

I've come a long way. I started this blog in pain. In my quest for answers I wrote. Here I shouted what the real world won't listen to. My hurting had an ally and writing was it. Shielded by my cynicism, I hid from anymore pains that life could give. I lived the life that became comfortable to me - numb, oblivous to the world that kept on spinning, ignoring my stillness. I'm done now your honor.

I'm moving up :)