On the floor, by the side of the door..

About 4 years ago, I wrote about My Beautiful Box.

In that post, I shared about keeping the memory of My Beautiful Box locked away . When I wrote and published that post, it was more of a way to capture the ramblings of my mind about what was going on at the time. According to the statistics , up till today that post has attracted the second highest number of page views for my blog. Why that is so, I do not know. I did not think it would interest anyone when I first published it.

However that was one of my most personal sharing, albeit done in cryptic way.

Anyway, having kept  My Beautiful Box lovingly tucked away, locked the door; and move on, guess what?..

The door was unlocked from the OTHER side..

And I thought I had the only key.

Apparently the door came with a key which were that made in pairs.

What does one do, one ask?.. How does one react when one thought the door has been( although) reluctantly, but indefinitely locked; and yet was opened from the other side?

Inevitably, because it is 'My Beautiful Box',  one was drawn to take a peek into the hallway.

And that was when one's heart goes, " There you are, I see you..."

After  28 years..

And with just a sentence, one discovered a surreal kind of connection one never thought nor believed possible.

There is nothing one would change about one's life at this point. One is happy and contended.

However with the discovery of that kind of surreal connection, one could only sit quietly on the floor by the side of the door frame. 

And sit quietly, one will...

                 

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Into the blue

This picture seems to describe the beginning of this journey perfectly. Within its frame, is a trail that beckons you to continually to take another step of faith into the unknown.

When I took this picture, I didn't really know what the other end of the trail leads to, (except to the ocean), but the beautiful blue sky and the white sand on my feet are enough .

It is the same with this journey. I do not know where will I ended up being, but the beautiful place and its beautiful people are enough for me.

I wrote about the lost of my passion, which for the longest time has served as a beacon of my life's milestones. I have written about letting new dreams grow. From there, how I gave it my all to chase a new GARGANTUAN dream. And it came true.

I still have not found a new passion. But I am ok with that. At this point, it no longer bother me that I do not know where I ended up being. That is because I have started to learn to love the little things that pop along the way.

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Maybe that is what this journey is all about.

It is not about getting to 'that place' , but it is about finding myself again...