i look at the water and surprisingly, it kind of lifted the heavy feeling i had. i closed my eyes as the water sings to me a song and the breeze hugging me.

after an hour, i opened my bag and took out my notebook and pen. i wrote my struggles in life since writing is the silence of expression when feelings are too loud. if my heart was a star, it would be the sun. it's big but it will soon burst and will surely hurt people.

"let your heart be your compass. your mind your map. your soul your guide...and you will never get lost."

that's what my father would say. it's from an indian writer who is not really that famous. ritu ghatourey to be exact. dad was an adventurer and mostly used a compass. before he died, he gave me a silver compass with my name engraved on it.

i opened my bag and my compass was out of sight. fear and panic rises in my chest. i dug deeper in my bag. every pocket, every zipper. it was nowhere. i put my things in my bag and roamed around place to see if there was any luck. i never expect it to be safe but hopefully someone will return it to me.

that compass has saved me emotionally.