If I could take away the potential hurt and risks that exist, I would. I would bear them all upon myself in silence, so that they wouldn't have to bear the additional pain.

More and more frequently, I find myself casting my gaze into the distance, thinking and longing to severe each and every single tie to this life, to up and go to somewhere new, where I know I can survive alone, and reforge a new life.

To be someone without a past.

Am I ready to do that, in all honesty? To sacrifice and deem moot people's feelings?: that of friends, families, and some others whom I have no category for, but whom I hold dear nonetheless.

I'm already poised at the edge, just that I'm currently facing the side of "no, not yet." But only facing. Just one single event, one small decision, can make me decide to take a total leap (not of faith) to the other side, severing all ties, leaving this country, leaving memories behind.

I've learnt. But has the cost of the lessons been too much?