just, stop shilly-shallying

Twenty four hours passed. It feels like just a few mins ago I pulled out a box that kept a small box that kept bunch of letters from the past eleven years. Okay I re-read all over again. And I burnt all of them. It's not all shine and roses like how it used to. Not anymore. Somehow, I am happy now. Happy with each decision I made. Did I mention content? Because that's exactly the true definition of what I am now.