The blue sky is constantly being observed by my eyes, pushed by the clouds; endless vibrations are passing through me. I am resting my back here and letting my vision go up and enjoying, which is nothing. I often try to find myself thinking deeply about this fact. Think about how some people can often try to replace their traumatic thoughts in their temporary peaceful situation.
I'm in precisely that situation; I'm in the middle of the garden near the bridge between the two lakes; I can at least escape my past years, if I had a dream, running behind the courtyard but away from the people in the ruined pieces still hear the noise of the crowd. Silence as opposed to that voice but do not understand this horrible sound, loneliness but deep emptiness. Those visions float in my eyes; I can't escape from them whenever I close my eyes.
Everything I've dreamed of, everything I've planned, everything I've worked on has been in vain. I can't believe it; I can't believe I can't move my legs. I can't jump; I can't even run. I can't even walk. What is happening to me? I didn't want that. I wanted to see the distant blue sky with my eyes, walk on the beach in the open air, and run and climb the mountain, but everything was going the other way. I never even wanted to go back to my past.
I have spent six years in this wheelchair; no one can comfort me. They have all left me; they now doubt that I will ever be able to stand on my own two feet. When I was sure I could do something, they told me to believe it. There is a word 'miracle'. I know it sounds unreal, but I think it. Today, six years later, I still have no one to help me, to comfort me. I have suffered all alone. I believe that one day God will make way for me. I can't give up on the dream I have had since I was a child. Honestly, my level of inspiration increases when I think about my dreams.
I was close to my dream, a little far from reaching my destiny. I was riding in the car, I was going to the track to practice for the competition to be selected for the team, but nature had its speed there. My car brakes failed unexpectedly, a logging truck came from the left and ignored my presence, crashed into my car, and I still can't remember exactly what happened next. I can hear someone shouting my name, "Shovan! Shovan!" And just a few glimpses of me ruin the peace of the rest of my life. But no, I won't let that happen. I'm not giving up.
