September

I know the month is far from over, and it is silly to bear grudges against an inanimate month. But you cannot blame me, since it was like the solar equivalent of the lunar 7th month.

It had been a rough week, all the way up to the weekend.
A potential mate passed and gone.
My double standards officially validated.
A unprecedented discovery that "cheap thrill" is a harsh insult.
Retribution of mockery of self degradation.
A dubiously late act of goodwill.

Looking back, the pain and hurt were all worthwhile I guess. At least I learnt a few things.
Like how talk is really cheap sometimes?
I can't always be so trusting?
People often have exploitive agendas?
Seemingly nice gestures needs to be treated with an extra pinch of salt and protective skeptism?
And lastly, perhaps once in a while, I should stow away my cynism for another day?

At the end of the day, I learn that compartmentalizing is the best strategy. You can have a fiery tempest brewing in one room, yet a tranquail primeval in another; vile acids and sharpened stings ready in one room, yet cuddly bears and warm hearts in another. At the end of the day, we will close up all the doors. And then we move on. With wounds healing and lessons learnt. And we will just keep going.

With the past been heard, present being seen, and the future to be felt.