every cloud has a silver lining.

No storm is so bad that you can't learn something from it.

You can grow in a storm. You can thrive. Rain cleans the air.

well.. through every trial, i'd safely say that i've never been given more than i could bear. the cny period is well-over and i've heald my breath for long i thought i'd turn blue, but i'm finally able to breathe out. no more anticipating with bated breath.

uni, or rather this phase of life, has been a funny revelation. maybe it's just someone whom i've become, someone who has been slowly evolving.. i've been trying to run away, fearful because i couldn't find the "real" syl. but maybe it's time to slowly crawl out from that cozy cuddle of a shell and face the world: this is me.

but am i really a loner? i enjoy silences more than interaction. it's not who i was before, but maybe it's for the better? being too gullibly open is not really an ideal too, isn't it? where is that trust, that openness, that willingness to share? it's gone. for real. but the storm won't last forever. when the wind stops screaming, and the rain clears the air, we find peace therein. i seek solace in the beauty of nature - where God's fingerprints are evidently everywhere.

for there i find You waiting
and there i find relief