Just like that a year passed by. A year of choosing freedom over mundane routined life being the prisoner of making someone’s fortune while counting pennies for my self.
Exactly a year of quitting my corporate job and being my own boss.
A year of taking risks and struggling with it.
A year of changing hobby and passion into a profession.
A year of achieving the so-called fame that faded with time.
A year of confusion and fear of failure.
A year of several months ending with empty pockets.
A year of shedding tears in countless silent nights.
A year of making new friends and losing some.
A year of finding a long-lost love and falling in again for it only to be broken to let go as always.
A year of standing up from being broken again.
A year of relationships formed, lost and formed again.
A year of unchained happiness unable to share with anyone special.
A year of being a misfit trying to fit in the world of my own that I created.
A year of Being and Nothingness.