It's the walk and the talk

Today, I get to know a person a little bit more, and I'm thankful. For quite a time, I thought I have the most painful love story or the most cynical life than anyone in the world. Well, that's how much I can be absorbed with my own ego. But when you let someone else's life get into you, and you immerse yourself too in his or her presence, you tend to lose yourself along the way and all you see is his or her life--right in front of you--with all its glory.

Indeed, hers unfolded in front of me, and somehow, I feel kind of guilty and utterly stupid to think too much about my own problems. There's this girl who's almost the same age as mine but has been through what women ten or twenty years our senior might be going through. I scramble and crumble at the slightest emotional disarray, and there she was--calm and comfortable as ever despite the inner turmoils that keep tugging her heart.

And with her, I found strength and more reasons to be truly grateful. I've found someone who can be one of my perfect examples of composure and love for oneself. I've met a girl--no, a woman--who never fears pain, albeit embrace it, for from it, she learns what a remarkable person she is.