Taking Stock, Giving Thanks

It's been a long, long time since I heard anything from him. I still remembered what he said, since it came at a time of great emotional distress. His words were like a clap of thunder, resounding and resolute, breaking the dull, windless silence that surrounded me then.

That was about two years ago.

Indeed, that must have been the beginning of everything. I could only say that I'm glad I listened. Other words by friends helped cemented what I believed to be the way to move forward and to turn it into reality.

Even when I thought I had not the strength to do it.

The genesis of what I truly felt about certain issues, certainly, began in that little seed, planted so unsuspectingly in my heart.

How are you my dear brother? I wish you well in your dreams, which you have taken so much pains, and made sacrifices to cast aside all other hindrances, to fulfill. Listening to you, brought back many bittersweet memories of how hard the road was once, for me. And how many helping, unseen hands have supported me, just when I thought I could not go on anymore. Just when I thought that I was forsaken, never to be see respite. And what you said, is true.

I do not dare claim to have victory firmly in my grasp, but yes, indeed, there is light at the end of the tunnel.

Sora said I will be joyful over it. And yes, it has given me more joy than pain.

May I hear from you soon, brother.

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A dear friend of mine informed me last week that she planned to bow out of the rat race for a while and to pursue an alternative which she had cherished in her heart for a long, long time.

I'm so glad to be able to be with her, even for that brief a moment, as she had been with me.

Thank you, so much. You've done so much for me that I will not forget this kindness rendered.