THEY say all good things must come to an end. I guess mine just did.
It was a wonderful two years. Not that the years before was not great. It was fantastic ... wait, superb! But the last two years was kinda a new chapter in my journalism life.
I was trying out something new. I had a new perspective in life. I learned to be fast in my work. I learned to be independent. I was all alone in this wide state. But I proved that I was doing okay. I learned that I am a better me.
Hurt? Betrayed? Of course. But it's something that I have to live with. Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there. I must be ready. I must.
It has indeed been a good two years. Regret? I don't have. Because I believe God has a plan for me. I just hope it's a good one.
