MH370

And after 17 days of holding onto hope, this is the moment for us to accept the truth that MH370 lost the battle.

As for me, tears just come out from my eyes without reasons when I first saw the news (no I didn't cry!) I mean they're not my family, I don't pray for them everyday, I don't read all the news or look for traces every hour but why did my heart hurt so bad? I've been believing they were being sucked into another world (like Thor's Asgard?) I believed in that without doubt, that they at least existed somewhere, that they were safe and started a new life because how could a big plane just disappear mysteriously like that? The news was like a slap to tell me to wake up from my imaginary dream. My mood was down all day, and I wonder how did their families handle this?

This probably won't be easy for them, I'm not gonna to tell them to stay strong or tell them to keep going on and forget it. There are time that you are deserved to be sad, to be hurt, to stop trying, to stop being strong, to stop hoping, to cry, or to breakdown... and time is the only medicine can heal the pain. But after sometime resting, I still hope they can get up by themselves, to think about a brighter side, to be able to remember the good memories only.

Somehow, I think the earlier the truth comes out the better, because living in hope is frightened. The longer you live in that hope, the wound will just keep getting bigger. At least, it can start to heal now.

It's ok to not be ok.