So here it goes. I promised myself a few weeks back that I would start writing again so here's my first foray. I used to have a pen attached to my hand when I was young, scribbling and writing my thoughts down on a diary like every other Doogie Howser M.D. inspired kid. It used to be a very fulfilling experience even if my grasp of the world around me was limited to my family, my school, and the four corners of our ancestral home.

As the years passed, and life started becoming less and less of a fairy tale, I found myself occupied with other things, and the pen had to be kept in the drawer. The memories once stored and immortalized on paper were now just fleeting images in my head. But now I find the need to look back at them.

In my 32 yearsof blissful existence, I have encountered so many crossroads in my life, but none bigger than the one I'm standing on today. it feels like the stars aligned in just the right way allowing so many things, good and bad, to happen one after the other. And I'm right smack in the middle of the cosmic crossfire. Now comes the part where choices have to made.

I have never taken losses lightly, especially if it involves people and memories that have taken a firm grasp of my heart and spirit. I consider myself an emotional sponge, absorbing every ounce of affection and love from everyone around me, without ever squeezing because I'm scared to lose a single drop.

That drop has fallen and man, was it a huge drop!

As my sister so eloquently used on a caption in a picture she sent me, "This too shall pass." It's time for me to do something to make sure it does. So here I am, taking the pen out of the drawer, blowing the dust of the paper, and squeezing that huge sponge right on top of it.