Wake Me Up When September Ends

… it has ended.

As I ushered in October with three cheers, apart from the power finally reinstated in our town and a beautiful sunny day, I walked out of the church with an elated spirit. I have no idea why, but I just did.

Maybe because the end of September marked a year after I slipped into heavy depression. And now, after the grieving and tears and helplessness, I think I have bounced back. And a few months prior, I have discovered a whole new passion, a whole new world, a whole new love.

When September started this year, I kept looking out into space at night, thinking that if things didn’t go the way it did, I would be a happier person, wouldn’t I? Well, there’s no way I can tell if that’s true. But some things are for sure. I learned a few lessons, I got to know new things and I got to accept who I really am.

And you know what, I’m not that jaded anymore.

During the time that I kept myself in seclusion, I learned how to see with my eyes closed and I saw a brighter picture. I learned how to listen to silence, and it was a beautiful song. I learned how to speak without words (no, not sign language) but still got my message across.

So now, I finally woke up.

And it’s a promising morning.