Standing on the right path, without warning, tilting and swerving on one side, just a blink, to the left. Inner self one really could not understand. A chaotic space difficult to interpret. A space on a rocky road one keeps on stumbling and cannot even manage to stand still. Thoughts filled with different compartments, compartments filled with tiny compartments, loaded with various unimaginable photos of chaos.
Where to go, how to flee, if the chaotic world is boundless? How to get out from the dark room full of hopelessness? Where to pull answers when the space seem so dim and so full of emptiness?. Where to get courage when no one is seemingly present? Questions of hopelessness keep on pouring like a heavy rain. When outlet is absent, would probably drown, drown in the flood of wretchedness.
“Life is like that,” they said. How can it be so? How can it be so greedy of felicity, of pleasure, of contentment? How can one’s well-being be taken away by what is offered? The “life” they are saying, is laid before each one to live with it. There must be a way out of the ordeal. There must be a response to the tears shed. There must be.
Thoughts seemingly clouded with darkness unaware of a wee opening in a closed world of perception. One ought to widen the lens of perception to be a able to peek into the ray of hope seemingly tiny yet a way to an abounding satisfaction of what they call “life”. Life given by Him and ought to have it to the fullest.
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