Fast forward to 10 years.

As the years pass, you come alive again then you grow up and you get jaded. You try to remember your former self. The self that was lost but had passion when she thought she didn't. The self that thought she knew nothing but had so many insights that the future self is seeking advice from now.

This pandemic is testing all of us. It's hard and heartbreaking. When the lock down started in March 2020, I had a thought - everyone is going to lose someone. It could be a family member, friend, colleague, acquaintance, employer, employee and many others. It'll hurt. It's going to hit home or close to home and make you feel and realize that life is fragile. You're going to question everything. And feel lost.

I've always believed that shit happened for a reason, a purpose. Sometimes it'll be revealed immediately, at times it takes years. You need faith, patience and perseverance then it'll be revealed to you. We need to hold on to these because our lives depend on them.