Puss

Comfort is very subjective. It is not in a form nor it is a solid substance, but it's there, lies somewhere deep inside ourselves. Sometimes it's daunting to think about it because everyone needs it at some point. Some find it in material forms, some just express it out in their own ways. This afternoon, I was grateful to a dear friend's advice,

"Life is not about destinations, but the journey does"

That was all I needed to get myself together. It was tough for the last few months, frankly I was ready to throw in the towel today, I've already memorized all the lines that I wanted to say, I've gotten ready my letter in the bag, but that changed me. Thinking back, it's funny that I've acted like an actual pussy.