I think that would be a word that best describes my twenty-twelve. I figured this might be of help to thoroughly leave this year. That I actually do have a purpose in life. But when she left, I realized how alone I was, which triggered my breakdown. Everytime some confidence and self-worth would grow inside me, they’d instantly fade too. And I’m pretty sure that it was a good transformation. I thank God for giving me those series of problems, because I know very damn well that I can handle myself. I no longer fear being left behind, cause I actually believe that it would be their loss and never mine. Yes, I learned to value myself because of everything that had happened. Which is more than I’d ever ask for. We could leave all of those by the time the clock strikes midnight or not, we have our own minds after all. This two thousand and thirteen? This will be different. Different, in the sense that I no longer am the Maghfira who have troubles sleeping at night for something I can’t change. This year, I’ll rekindle my almost-extinguished relationship with God. For he has made me stronger those times I needed strength the most. Happy New Year to all who reads this post! Pieces of Time New years come and new years go, Pieces of time all in a row. As we live our life, each second and minute, We know we’re privileged to have you in it. Our appreciation never ends For our greatest blessings: our family and friends. Happy New Year!
