a strange and beautifully distant

I remember how I grew up since the last eight years. I was always surrounded by blithe souls and everything seems to be so good. I never regret how I am right now because of them. I embraced it as a part of  facing my "everydays", to grow not for other people but because it was a choice I made for myself. Now, the little inland I once knew for 17 years is like a strange place but beautifully distant, I can say. 


The photo was taken after a long trek up in Agony hill. It has become an annual sacrifice during the holy week. Likewise, it had become part of my eight years.