Some of it happy, most of it sad,
Keep it as a tiny piece of memory in the secluded alley of our labyrinth
For the sake of our sanity, functionality and ultimately,
Life, which must go on,
We then emerge as a brand new one,
At the same time bearing scars,
But maybe that's being adult.
Or so everyone's been doing."
My best friend sent me this while counting down to new year. "This is meant for you after all," he said.
Then I replied, "Being adult means being scared, but we also conquer that fear." :)