I'm sitting here inside a mcdonalds, contemplating about life and what not. I have a thousand bucks in my wallet and they will all be gone by today - ya know, bills and debts. I admit I kinda messed up with the big choices that I had made in the past and I'm paying the price - forgive the pun. But do I regret those choices? For a fraction of truth, I'd say yes but during the moment that I was there making those bad decisions, I was happy. Everything didn't happen the way I hoped they would but if you look at the brighter side, hey, I grew a lot wiser and stronger. Yes, I learned the hard way but that's what happens when you're an introvert and there's nobody to guide you. You learn by taking your own steps.
8 years ago I was just a lost kid. From a grown well educated scholar in the Philippines I became a FOB kid who doesn't know anything about the society he's moved in. Nobody took me or even bothered to ask me about continuing my education. 2 weeks in the US and I already found myself working in a carseat factory with people way older than me of different cultures and dialects. I got depressed and I got stuck. From there a lot of issues kicked in and the loud and friendly me became the introvert ass blogger who'd rather stay home or keep a small group of peers around.
A lot of things happened through those 8 years and I'm glad to say that I benefited from all of them in some ways. I lost a lot of money and cut a lot of toxic people off. In the end, I learned from all of those good and bad experiences. I found the real people that I'd keep in my life and I found the path that I'm now taking towards the better life that I want to live in.
Somehow I grew up and now I guess I can say that I can talk to more people now. I found myself and developed into a nurse and now working on my first novel as well.
Most importantly,
I found my way back to God.
I am now happy.
