being in that strange place is strangely uncomfortable.. strange coz normally i wouldn't feel uncomfortable but for some reasons that i claim to not know, i honestly am.. uncomfortable coz uhmm.. because it's uncomfortable.. period.

having been in that kind of intricacy makes me want to go back to 7 years ago.. the time and age when i am calm.. when i don't care about anything as long as i go to school, eat, hang out, go home when it's dark and wake up the next day so i can do it all over again.. the time when i get to sit in a corner and just plainly sit there.. when i don't know about life or any of its realities..

i've contemplated about the meaning of the word acceptance one too many times.. it's a pretty simple word.. but it is only simple when you are only trying to pronounce, spell or define it.. coz when it comes to actually doing it, well that's a different story..

being the final phase in some of life's major coping processes, such as grieving, letting go or forgetting, acceptance must be one hell of a phase.. and you bet, it is.. trust me, it's something i know a little too well.. but i also think that it's only the span of acceptance that is hard, when you've already accepted it, you're fine, so all you ever need to do is survive..

and since i know better that the concept of time travel won't put me anywhere distant from that strange place, i guess it's time for me, again and again, to consider the art of acceptance.. although i'm not sure if i'm even close to ready or whether it will be mentally and emotionally healthy.. but hopefully, after the last phase, i'll come around again..