I wish I could say that life is like one of the pages in a diary;
a blank, white, clean page.
But it’s not.
I heard that losing yourself at some point in life was a
normal phase. And I sure couldn’t agree more, only what if you kept on walking
on that hollow place, where nothing made sense and you had nothing to fight for
anymore.
Walking aimlessly, those goals you once knew are no longer
but a shattered dreams.
Of course no one can blame it to fate, since we are told not
to question how the mind of the God works, and why He had put such a plan. Your
answer may be that God wants to test our faith in Him, but why is it that even
if we got close to Him and still believed blindly in that plan he had put that
we only get more miserable, and faithless.
I once believed that everything happened for a reason, and
stopped my mind of thinking and questioning His pen. Maybe that’s where I lost
myself, for one without beliefs is a zero, a nothing.
Maybe it’s just that simple, life is cruel and that is that.
No why’s, no how’s, it is just the way it is. Life is cruel.
Only those who are strong and balanced that can fight and
find their way into this world.
This is the point where one loses their hope in family,
friends, career, religion, music, love and most importantly; one’s self.
If someone is drowned in that kind of place, how are they
suppose to pull themselves out of it, without anyone being around to pull them
up?
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