A Letter to Sweater Weather.

Hi there. It's one more week before my precious November.

We starting it early, because It's been 5 years.

It's been a long time since we haven't talked.

So here I am, reporting from Earth.

Currently having a cup of overpriced caffeine and a cake alone at this table looking at the gloomy sky, and now it's started raining.

That's a thing now, you know?

We used to struggle to afford a good cup of coffee.

Now we can have it every day.

The problem with having it every day now it's just become a boring routine.

It's not as special as it used to be.

Now it's all about keeping your sanity intact.

Ah,

Five years of avoiding you.

Chasing a sweet distraction.

Maybe I'm just being too hard and pushing it a little bit over my limit.

Trying to run and run, making new memories when I already have a lot of fun one.

A lot of good memories, covered with a bad one.

Me? I'm just trying to be a better person, that's all.

Five years of avoiding you.

Chasing the Ideal Dream.

When we know I am way too dark and twisty for it.

Never gonna fit the classic ideal norm.

A lot to think and feel about.

A lot of disappointment was caused by my high expectations.

A lot of sadness was caused by my poor decisions.

A lot of strength, tears, and laughter.

Can't change that or everything.

Gotta live with the consequences.

A series of life choices.

Five years of avoiding it.

Living life in a little bubble.

Too fragile.

Too small.

Too long.

To the point I don't even remember I hate to put in a bubble in the first place. 

I was confused and distorted with my reality.

Losing myself to find the right or wrong direction. 

When you see the world as black and white suddenly everything seems gray.

Am I doing life in the right mode?

Sometimes it feels like life doing me in a cruel mode. 

Five years of avoiding it.

Trying to put my priorities straight.

Trying to stop bleeding myself dry.

Putting the pieces back together alone, only to break again tomorrow into the smallest pieces.

But the smallest pieces turn into something precious.

And the universe has its own funny way to keeping it valuable.

Maybe the safest place in the storm is standing exactly in the middle of it.

Challenging it only makes you pull away by the storm and lose yourself.

So here's to the last Oktober, let's put this all behind us and call it the end of my official quarter-life crisis.

Accepting and holding on to every memory with grace.

And then,

Every time the slightest thought of it crosses my mind,

Let's just blink twice and smile.