In this wee hour, I suddenly awoke. Unable to shut my eyes for another dream, my mind started to roll back and forth. Thinking the things I should, and also, shouldn't think. I turned my laptop on, searched for an online radio station, and finally found one local radio station. I started to linger around the songs played online.
But for some reasons, songs that always calm me down, seemed to have lost their abilities. I shut down the online radio, and went on to take a stare outside the house. It was 3.45 a.m. I didn't realise that it was raining just now. Judging by the heat that still remains, and how the wetness in my veranda is starting to fade, I knew it was only a passing-by rain. And what is left is just the hope that it would rain again. What a poor hope.
It would be no shine if it was no rain. There was no joy if there was no pain. I tried my hardest not to favour only towards positives, whereas I should consider negatives also. My life has been at ease all this time that I failed to prepare for negatives. When it struck down my spine, it left me with enormous regrets that pushed me down the wheel. Though it never drove me off the wall, I curse my mistakes every now and then.
Of course, there's a light at the end of a tunnel. But we have to get to it, although we have to walk on our thighs. What matters is the effort we make to make it to the light. I've been at the bottom of the wheel on numerous occasion, but it looks like this is the hardest for me to raise again from the dust. It feels like I was crucified tightly on the ground that I won't be able to free myself without any help from someone. It might take a number of people and a number of efforts to set me free.
Some people stare at me, griming, and just leave. Some people sit beside me, but do nothing because they know how complicated the tie that strangled my body. I don't blame them all, not at all. They have nothing to do with my situation as they completely have no mistake. All I can do is just waiting for someone to step forward, helping me to set myself free. At the same time, I hope there will be nobody who will put the nail in the coffin. When it happens, all hopes would scatter all over and turn from glass to sand of dust.
There's no harm in hoping. There's always hope for every uncertainty. There's always a silver line in the cloud.
But for some reasons, songs that always calm me down, seemed to have lost their abilities. I shut down the online radio, and went on to take a stare outside the house. It was 3.45 a.m. I didn't realise that it was raining just now. Judging by the heat that still remains, and how the wetness in my veranda is starting to fade, I knew it was only a passing-by rain. And what is left is just the hope that it would rain again. What a poor hope.
It would be no shine if it was no rain. There was no joy if there was no pain. I tried my hardest not to favour only towards positives, whereas I should consider negatives also. My life has been at ease all this time that I failed to prepare for negatives. When it struck down my spine, it left me with enormous regrets that pushed me down the wheel. Though it never drove me off the wall, I curse my mistakes every now and then.
Of course, there's a light at the end of a tunnel. But we have to get to it, although we have to walk on our thighs. What matters is the effort we make to make it to the light. I've been at the bottom of the wheel on numerous occasion, but it looks like this is the hardest for me to raise again from the dust. It feels like I was crucified tightly on the ground that I won't be able to free myself without any help from someone. It might take a number of people and a number of efforts to set me free.
Some people stare at me, griming, and just leave. Some people sit beside me, but do nothing because they know how complicated the tie that strangled my body. I don't blame them all, not at all. They have nothing to do with my situation as they completely have no mistake. All I can do is just waiting for someone to step forward, helping me to set myself free. At the same time, I hope there will be nobody who will put the nail in the coffin. When it happens, all hopes would scatter all over and turn from glass to sand of dust.
There's no harm in hoping. There's always hope for every uncertainty. There's always a silver line in the cloud.
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