No really.

I was alive, but everything else inside was dead. I had no ambition, no hope, no dream, no direction. Basically, I gave up. I remember a number of phone calls during which I confided in this guy that I didn't know what I was doing, that I didn't know who I was anymore. And at the time, it was true. I lost sight of what I valued and forgot what mattered most.

But now I've woken up from this trance and I'm picking myself up.

Yes, a lot of time has been wasted, but I'm glad that I still have time to make amends and correct my wrongdoings. All this while, I've had everything at my disposal, and now I'm going to take advantage of what is right in front of me. As far as regret goes, there's nothing I can do to rewrite history, but I can definitely learn from my mistakes.

Brother Bear used to tell me that you've got to make things happen. And only now, I know what he means. I've taken a few small steps towards enriching my stay here, and I gotta say, it feels damn good.

The best part of this sort of rude awakening? That my parents and this guy still have my back. No matter how badly I screw up, they continue to support me and raise me higher.

And of course, Allah ♥