Sorry for the procrastination, I just don't feel enough urge to write recently. No, I am not a busy working person and no, I am not having maternity leave. I am just busy living.

There is one thing I thought I wouldn't care enough to try again. You know, when your attempt to climb a mountain ended up falling hard to the ground, you probably need some time to recover the wounds and to regain your health. That's what I did. I fell down and I took some time to heal the wounds. It is now fine.

I am now staring to that mountain once again. I know that I probably won't be successful this time either, but I do know now that there are so many things to gain rather than being on the top. I still can enjoy the journey, the cold wind, the great view, and even the pain along the way. Every little thing matters.

It's okay to fall down. It's okay to be hurt. Because once you fall you learn how to get up and fight anyone, anything, even yourself, and you're a winner. I am going to find a way to heal the wounds and stay alive, at any cost.

I will be good. 

I am good.