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I have done a lot of mistakes in my life. However, I have no regrets. Somehow I feel that where I am currently is destiny. It may not seem as magically profound as in the movies, but I believe deeply that what has transpired, is. And the result is this version of me.

I speak of versions of myself as I came to realise that sometimes, its second nature to not be who you truly are. People tend not to be themselves depending on the company. So versions of yourself tend to surface and your reaction and emotion towards something differs from the different connection you are having with the intended person. Well, how do I know my true self? It is shown in the glimpse when different situations arise. Reflection is the best way to understand this as the mind may seem to be clouded in the spur of the moment.

You can find out a lot of yourself from your level of sympathy and empathy to the different body language you tend to suggest when you are in an eventful situation. You just have to be slightly more wakeful and aware of this little stuffs that shows. To me every moment counts. If you are just able to simultaneously use all our senses and be present, you will have a long life no matter what the country's mortality rate is. The journey counts. The destination is enlightenment of self and the next journey begins.

I was only 18 years old. Back then, I was a barista working for Starbucks and so were a lot of other people I knew. It was the cool, 'in-thing' to be working there. I actually acquired this job with my ex. We decided one day to put all our money troubles aside and get a job both of us can do together. I was young and so was she. Well apparently, due to work itself, we drifted somehow. Our solution was the reason for our demise. But not for long. On a fateful day which I cannot recall the exact date or day, I had to do an attachment work at another Starbucks store. It wasn't my first time working in a store where I knew no one. But it was fun as I made a lot of friends and acquaintances from similar experiences in other stores. But that particular day, I met the most wonderful, carefree girl.

Her shoulder length hair straight and neat. With a tiny pin that holds her fringe, making it look like its magically astray from her eyes. Her movements so graceful with a form of rigidness to her walk. She was wearing a black polo t with beige skirt that has a slight slit on the back. Ankle socks and black shoes. The usual uniform of a Starbucks barista. We did not speak to each other for awhile but  ended up sharing some parts of our current aspirations.

I did not quite remember the exact words we exchanged but honestly I was captivated by what I experienced. This moment, will change the course of the universe and existence itself.




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