Time to move on.

Last weeks on the Island. Time to review. 

I realized how much we have actually changed. I'm glad I have changed. This is what I had been praying for, before  I came here. Leaving no traces of the old Eftelya. Depressed. Pessimistic. Unhappy. Unfulfilled. Unsatisfied.

Speaking in photography terminology, I have not only changed the lens I was shooting with, but also the Camera. I have learned new functions of my camera. The focus, and the priorities.

A complete new body. No, actually not a complete new body, but I think I have washed away the dirt that covered my soul for so long. Thanks to the Maltese sun! My sorrows melted away.

I tried to count the times I have laughed here. I have laughed every day, many times a day. I counted the days I cared about myself. ALmost 90% of the 4 months. How many times I stepped out the door to have fun. Almost every day.

I think I have recovered now from the big impacts of my past and have made peace with the scars that I have.

Time heals everything. It's true. Like 4 years ago, in  'The Age of The Weisheit', I have again gathered so much energy to fight with the challenges that I am to face soon. There are no problems. There are challenges in my life.

But although I am so much more positive now, I am afraid that history can repeat itself. I don't want to lose another person of my family and I also don't want to lose my innocence while pursuing happiness. People can become so ugly. I don't wanna become ugly,. Neither do I want anyone from my surroundings to become ugly. 

And I forgive them for their ugliness. It's not their fault. I only have to tell them that they are beautiful.

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