Oro et Vici

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I sort of went back and forth in my mind about writing this piece. Thing is, I haven't--actually--written anything about turning older for quite some time. If I'm not mistaken, the last time I did write something down about the subject matter was during my early twenties.

So, rambling aside... 26. Twenty-freaking-six. What the hell, time? 8") It's kind of surreal to think that this is technically the first year of my late twenties. Turning a quarter of a century felt mere days ago and suddenly--BOOM--you're twenty-six.

I've never been good with introspective stuff, I think. If someone asked me whether I've learned anything this year... my answer would probably to shrug and say, "Maybe?"

I suppose I've been through quite a lot this year. Perhaps the biggest thing that happened to me was moving to China to continue my education--pursuing a masters degree on international business. Several unfortunate things went down in Bali that led to this decision--I'm probably not going to go over this in much detail, but suffice to say disagreements happened and reconciliation was not an option at the time. I took it as a blessing in disguise, though... as a result of this little "fiasco" I ended up actually going through with the plan to China.

Nothing much changed in the personality and mindset department, I think. I'm more or less aware of how much change can happen in a year, but I really don't feel any different.

I might be holding on to something that might exist-- well, it might not. 

I might have invested more than I wanted to, I might have not. 

But a choice is a choice, one that I must live through-- and all kinds of sorrow and sadness might wait for me at the end of it all. 

My mind is noisy. My heart in restless frenzy.

There is no finish line.

Just the journey.

I have seen love acting mercilessly. I have seen pain inflicted reasonably.

There might not be an end.