I keep hoping.
And i keep believing.
I keep saying to myself that everything is going to be okay,but is it ?
I am on the edge of falling down from a cliff. And I am hanging on because of a thin intangible thread called hope.This thread keeps breaking to shreds and I keep falling into the big,dark and lonely pit below me. I always had it in me to climb back to the top and go away so far from the cliff that I forget the steps I took.
But, in a week, I find myself again on the edge of falling down from a cliff. And I am hanging on because of a thin intangible thread called hope.But this time, I don't know if I have it in me to climb back to the top.
Is it human nature alone that tells us to keep hoping?Or is it because we are gluttons for punishment?I need closure to make sense of my life but I know I am not going to get it.
I look around and find myself correcting the flaws,acting as God and I realise that there are too many to correct.
Maybe we mere humans were meant to live with the challenges of these flaws but can we?
But can we?
