Til we meet again, Ramadhan.

Pasir Ris Park, Singapore

Some people become our constant, some people are lessons, and some are just plain assholes. The art of life is figuring out who is who, but as competent as we think we are in doing that, we just can't seem to get it right. Life is unpredictable like that and that is why we shouldn't put our hopes on people, but God. He never disappoints.

This Ramadhan really showed me the true colors of people whom I never expected to be hiding behind a mask all this while. I have finally come to realize that not everybody cares. Some just want to get the whole thing over and done with. Some simply couldn't care less. Most are just curious to know what happened, and then they'll leave after the story ends. Next time, please, dear self.. share wisely. Not everyone gives a damn why you've been hurting. They have their own hearts to take care of. 

On the contrary, I honestly feel like I have disappointed myself this first half of the year, especially in this holy month. I was healing, and then I got carried away trying to love and mold someone else into a better person that I forgot about myself along the way.. again. I thought I would've learnt my lesson by now but all that healing from December went to waste. I'm finding my grip again. The progress is slower, but constant. Well at least there's progress.

I certainly hope that your Ramadhan was more fulfilling and meaningful than mine. Forgive me for all the times I over promise but fail to deliver, and all the times I was nothing but a letdown to any of you. I am really bad at showing that I care, but trust that I only have your best interest at heart. Selamat Hari Raya, everyone. Maaf zahir dan batin :)

Til we meet again, Ramadhan.

â™Ĩ, NMJ