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My therapist has continuously drilled into my head that there is a difference between the reality I continue to imagine and what the reality actually is. However, I still cannot get it out of my head. Others may see it as a choice but I see it as an eventuality. Regardless of how many detours I will take in my journey, I will still arrive at that same destination. Be a man and get on with it. I’m grown enough to know that I have to do it, but I can’t just turn off my emotions and keep a stone cold face whenever I encounter a mind-altering life event. Perhaps there are better days ahead of me, and maybe I will find the answers, but for now I will just keep my head down and focus on the next tasks that I have to do.

Once upon a time, there lived a couple. Alex and Belle.
Their romance bloomed from a young passion. They were more privileged than most — they travelled across the world and married within the alps of Europe.
One fateful day, Alex was hit by oncoming traffic, her blood splattering across the pavement. The ambulance came and to the hospital she went. Belle held on to what little composure she could muster as she waited outside the operating room branded as occupied. Hours stretched in that hallway, and Belle thought the personnel who came and went were evading her, but sooner did the doctor come out to seek out Alex’s next of kin. The doctors needed her family’s permission to perform a life-saving miracle.
The doctors asked Belle’s relation to Alex.
“I’m her wife.”

When love and laughter has exhausted themselves after Christmas Eve, Day, New Year’s Eve, and finally the New Year, I’m left with the memories of it, a standstill of the joy captured, frozen in time. Just like that, party’s officially over. The gifts have been open, the money inside the envelopes evaporated, and the paksiw finally consumed in its entirety. A gaping hole that emerged right after the most festive season, a longing for it to go on forever. Nevertheless, it’s a constant reminder that joy will only ever be appreciated when we’re bombarded with everything else, that it’s spent sparsely, in order for us to appreciate life and the things that come with it, with Christmas being one merry example.