Words can’t describe how certain things occur. It just happens, you sit at the corner of your heart and you get a call to fall in love, you do so, and you get hurt.
Life has a way of teaching you hurtful lessons via innocent traps.
You believe so much in your self but now, here you are in love with a person that sees you through a lens of irritation.
Who do you call when tears takes a break from frequently drenched face, maybe it is because you have finally known that life is in shades and this is the fiftieth, what else can you expect , the fifty-first , that will be death. But no, it won’t , we would only go along again and leave it behind in death but then we will miss the beauty of what Is yet to be but is good.
I am right here writing my heart out to train my hands right but what can I do to train my heart, to write my hands out? No! to live right, to believe in myself, to ignore failure in the face of desires and go for what I want. At least, it is better to be rejected than to not be dejected in regrets of not trying.
Rejection in itself is an achievement , if you maybe try to decipher your reason for rejection or maybe to try to get accepted all over again.
Life is a steep slope, is it? Is it plane , is it?I know not but I know life is not a straight line graph, it is curved, no matter what you do, it seems as though there is an element of luck to the success of very effort.
So work hard but pray because the fastest ship still needs to be mindful of the wind or storm.
