A New Day Has Come

CHAPTER I

Carla Hananiah, “Colorful Sky”

Everyone wants a happy ending, right? But it doesn’t always come out that way. In fact, not everybody gets it. Not even a slightest spark of light that comes out in the darkest time. But at least we played our parts, just like Tony Stark once said, “Part of the journey is the end”.

God, what a journey. If you told me nine months ago that I’m finally get to where I am right now, I wouldn’t have been surprised, but hey, the strung of beautiful, sorrowful and goodbye stories that played their role on the last book. For better or worse, I’m grateful that it happens and I don’t regret any single of it. Thankfully, this time, from the bottom of my heart, I can finally say ‘a new day has come”.

To kick this new phase off, let me give you a little brief or description of this “dramatically” titled new part. A rebirth, a new beginning, a realization of finally seeing someone, something, or even yourself, in a different and more matured way. Just from the title itself, it’s about seeing things in a new way — like a fresh start or a turning point in life.

If there are any of you who are survived that kind of great battle, like I do. Maybe this new one will feel like fresh cold plain water in the evening for you, or a cold matcha-latte in the morning, you can decipher it whatever you like it.

But the thing is, after going through a series of anxiety battles that can possibly resulting in me losing myself, reaching this stage doesn’t come in an instant, I can tell you that.

That’s why I’m writing this one. It’s a proof that whatever happens to you, if you feel like losing yourself at one point, if you feel like there’s no one to hold your hand at your darkest time, trust me, there’s one thing that can get you out of that place, and that is you. Yourself.

The important thing is, realizing your worth. That’s the part where every people don’t get, because to realize it, you need to make some sacrifice play. Letting go of something so you can take control of yourself more, or clinging to something and you lose yourself at the process.

Looking back on, from the very beginning since I was a little kid, I learnt it the hard way. Trusting the wrong person and giving a lot of people second chances kind of things. Yeah, things like that makes you grow, when you realize, you don’t have to do it. The point is, life’s just too short, don’t let yourself become a selection object for ungrateful people, be the only one or nothing at all.

The thoughts of being me and not giving any fuck of what people think of me doesn’t seem so bad after all. I mean, what can I say? I feel like I’m meeting myself again, but more brighter and authentic. I’m sure it’s not just me, but you can always begin again, on a Wednesday in a Ca… — Okay that’s enough.

I think that’s enough for the prologue, you know, I said what I said there.

It’s time for the grand start of something new.

“Late night, zip ties. Make you want to miss your flight. Flipping through your feelings like a Gemini. I’m staring at your dark side. So far, so gone. Standing with a white dress on. Only say you need me when your friends gone home. You’re trying to make your mind right.”