Shifting lights

I been back from London for a week now.

And yes, I was jet-lag. Gosh, it was horrible. My jet-lag brought out my anxieties in me and for a few days, I felt horrid.

I couldn't sleep properly, I couldn't eat properly and all I want to do was cry because I was just so anxious.

But as the days go by, I recovered and now I am alright again.

In fact, I am feeling relatively optimistic and happy actually.

I think the London trip was something that I needed.
I needed to see how a different part of the world looked like.

And oddly enough, London didn't feel foreign to me.
If anything, it felt like home.
Odd, isn't it?

But now that I'm back, I feel that London has allowed my imagination to returned.
And my optimism for life too.

I wouldn't say I don't worry about money anymore.
Because I do.
But I feel less stressed now.

I feel like things are gonna get better.
Like there's a better hope.
Like I will achieve something.

That although, currently, I am not a fan of my current job scope because it's a little boring and lightweight, I promise to do my best.


So I promise myself to always make do of whatever situation I have at hand right now.
While trying to look up and remaining positive.

I feel like I really trust the universe now.
And I also feel that I can stop complaining about the world or my bank account and my job.

I feel that I need to focus on me.

Just keep working and dreaming.

And doing my best.

After all, that's all that matters.

That's what I feel anyway.

And I hope this feeling remains.