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Breathe.

Walking through the busy streets of Paris, France.

Noise all around me, I hear the cars passing by, the conversations held by people at local delis and cafes, I can also hear the brisk, cold, wind.

As I keep walking, I realized that I’m trapped in my own mind. Regardless of the noise made around me, or the crowded streets, I feel like I am alone. All that matters to me is that I get to enjoy my last day here in Paris.

It feels like everything is slowing down, I don’t hear a single thing. I only hear the wind and my footsteps. I start to question myself, “am I at peace?”, “is this the goal I’ve been trying to chase for the past few days, months, years?”. It feels like I have finally gotten away from everything, everything that I’ve worked hard for right in front of me. This escape from reality, it feels so damn good.

I inhale the “fresh” French air, and I exhaled the many emotions, experiences, lows, highs, and everything else in-between, out.

It feels like a new beginning, but here I am again. A blank canvas with a extremely detailed drawing behind it. I’m finally letting go of my cold, dark, bitter past. And now I’m beginning a new path in my life. Nothing but optimism floods my mind.

Life is happening.