Everything isn't relevant anymore.
A fresh new start. A new beginning. Another end.
I came to terms with myself, at last.
Whole now, clarified, understood to myself.
More than everything, if there's pain, sorrow, relentless thoughts, fear - I am here now to carry myself. I listen. I answer. I love. I comfort. I am no longer an extension. I am a seperate being now. I have grown up into a body, a form, a name, a thought. I have my own beingness now. No longer an appendix. A story with pages and chapters and little marks of a beginning, a middle, an end. I am no longer searching. No longer fighting. No longer sacrificing. No longer attempting to fill something I lack. I don't need someone in order to meet myself. I meet myself every second now.

I don't regret anything.
That would be a waste of precious time.
Instead, I am grateful.

I am living.
No longer detached, no longer fed by pain or dramas or complexity. I am simplicity. I am nature. I am a reason and a consequence. Nothing really defines me. I am everything, because everything means endless possibilities, which mean elimination, which means choosing. I chose. I live choosing every minute. I choose to choose and not to supress.


I chose to be,
I fought to see,
I don't fight now.

I am a fresh new me like a fresh new day. Everything else - is dead, but appreciated.