Dear Diary,
It has been so long, since i spoke to you last. Honestly, i missed you. Very often. There were many days, on which i wanted to tell you all about the day.
There are people who i talk with and share things, and many of those understand me, but no one like you. You are my true Home. Home, where i'll always return.
There is so much to share, but first i want to tell you about the poem which i read recently.
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for thier doubting you too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, dont deal in lies,
Or being hates, dont give way to hating,
And yet dont look goog, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master;
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools
Or watch the things you gave life to, Broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it one one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And loose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and your nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neigther foes, not loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
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Meeting Komal still feels like a truck load of luck.
I don't know how i could meet someone so nice.
She understands me so well, and she never complains about me.
I feel sooo supported. I hope i never start taking it for granted.