There sometimes when I feel like there’s no one there who
understands, sometimes it feels like am alone, like am holding my breath under
water as long as I can and my lungs are about to give up on me. I guess this is
the path that I chose to go down, but why to the happy moments have to be so
far in between.
24 years have passed, if I had settled for mediocrity maybe I
would be content now with just making enough to get me by, waiting in line for
that promotion that I would have got or not at least that would be safe. I hate
days like these when all feels like a collapse, days when you feel that your
life thus far hasn't amounted to anything. Life is, was supposed to be
beautiful, it still is but why do doubts have to creep in, will my dream come
to pass, have I wasted all this time chasing after something that will never materialize why then does it make me so happy, why is it that my heart won’t
let it go.
To doubt myself is more less doubting the very fabric of who
I am who I want to be but I guess all I have to hold on to is faith. In my weak
moments such as these all I can do is believe and keep on working hard. I read somewhere
and it says.” Faith is like a bird that feels dawn approaching and sings while it’s
still dark.”
