The fact that I’m still alive after a week of spending time with Simeon had me almost believe that maybe, he just mistook me of someone. Perhaps it wasn’t really me who is going to die soon but another person. But then I realized I’m being hopeful again because in the past few days, I have learned to be happy. Happiness. Why is it so hard to find these days? I love myself being happy. I smile and it’s a beautiful thing I have ever seen. Seeing yourself dancing in pure delight, like totally accepting that life is a bed of roses, it just makes you do things that would make you happy. For that’s your choice. It’s my choice if I keep myself in the dark, or escape from it to see the light this world has. In the past years, I lived in misery. My life was too miserable that I ended up living

