It will all be better soon.
I dont know when, or even how; but i know.
Definitely.
There's so much more to see.
Something He wanted us all to have and to experience; something that someday we'll try to look back on.
To find ourselves deeply scared, trembling with fear and gasping out for air but still the state of us being strong enough to fight against the current.
Its a perfect combination of being in high and low, in pain and in happiness, in growth and in anxiety, in drought and in abundance, everything.
So keep on going, hold in there. Wait.. because the best is yet to come.
Iska
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ˈSoliloquy
Poetryso·lil·o·quy /səˈliləkwē/ noun an act of speaking one's thoughts aloud when by oneself or regardless of any hearers, especially by a character in a play.
