An Open Letter III: Moving On

After 2880 hours, there seems to be a better sign of moving on. I guess we eventually learn to accept things as they are. I used to try to bridge the gap then eventually gave up. For some odd reasons, the other common thing that I guess we share eventually end up as well- I don’t know how - I just realized we no longer have something in common.

In my end, things seems to get a lot better now. I got nothing to worry anymore whether I am at work or at home. Things are getting what they should like to be. With a hole that can’t be filled.

Things can make me busy while other things can keep me happy but there is still that part that wants something else. I guess I have to leave it that way until such time that it stops longing.

People are now moving from one direction to another. I guess I have to move on to a different direction as well. I am planning to stay as long as I can but I end up more lost than someone who is at home.

Maybe, few more hours and this would finally be over. I can finally move on.