Writing is an easy but profound task for me to perform. Emotions take over, and words that stream out of my fingers are near replacements to these thoughts, to these excess disadvantages that we humans have. I am all but torn apart and dead for the past year or more, and today, as I revive this blog with my words once more, I can only tell all of you this.
I am alive.
Alive, but with consequences. Death has given me things to think about, and more humans to rely on. The circle of friends that I used to have has dissipated, and gone to nothingness, for only one remains, and he has become a nomad of his own future. I am revived not by vigor or by emotion, but by enlightenment, by visions of me being absolutely awake, and clear in view of what am I supposed to do with my life back in my hands. Rift after rift of palpable thoughts are now gone, and all that remains is a clear state of mind, the one that I once had when I was still a young man back in Singapore.
During the tenure of my revival, I have met people. Friends. Important people. My circle has dwindled down considerably, and veins of life, peers who has given me wise opinions stayed, giving me what I need to stay alive. I am now more than awake.
Awake.
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