Lost in My Own World
I am on my own now, I realized. A month of being away from what I have gotten used to: away from friends who I have made throughout the past 3 years working in this jungle and simply doing the same old things day in day out, for 3 years.
I sound redundant. But really, after much contemplating, that’s how my life was. I worried about promotions. Or what kind of problems I’ll encounter with the agents under my team.
Just the mere fact of being distracted and pulled away from what you’re doing, has become a part of my routine that I’ve gotten used to it. I’m a scatter brain by nature, and with what’s been happening back in PS, I’ve become more of that too.
I’ve grown out of friendships as well, even made me realize most of the time, that friendships, nor relationships, are not really meant to stay. You keep them close (to your heart and soul!), you bear yourself to them, and they do the same with you — and yet, you realize that it’s nothing to them in the end. With what happened to me, I can say that I’m disappointed with the friendships I made — I thought they were deep friendships. I guess I thought wrong.
I was watching "Under the Tuscan Sun" and I keep remembering this line:
"Regrets are a waste of time. They’re the past crippling you in the present"
So true. I have had a lot of regrets (is it that obvious? hehe). But then again, I try my best to learn from those regrets and disappointments so I won’t do it again. I have learned to become independent. I have learned to be not too emotional. I have learned, period.
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day. Life’s too short. Life should be a party!
I’ll be fine 
