I stepped aside and made way for the teens that were walking to my direction. As I watched them pass, I couldn't help but notice the mischief that was painted in each one's eyes.
They are probably gangsters on their way to a rumble.
A girl, also one of them turned her head and made eye contact with me. And right there, as I looked at those hateful eyes, all the memories came back. Not too long ago, I was one of them. Miserable, wretched, lost, hateful... Longing.
I continued to look as they went on crossing the street. Yes, their eyes may look fierce, but I know, behind those hateful eyes, are longing hearts. Longing hearts that desires to be filled...
How do I know?
I have been there.
Back then, all I knew is that I was looking for something. Something that can satisfy me completely, but I don't know where to look for it. I had emptiness that demanded to be filled, I was fine in the eyes of many, but inside, I was desperate. Desperate to find meaning. I tried all things... But it seems to have worsened my condition.
But one day, when I thought of ending my misery, things began to turn around in a way I never expected before....
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The Seeker
SpiritualLife is Meaningless. This is what Johanna Dumay thinks of what life is... Ever since she was young, the tragedy that engulfed her became the focus of her life. This is what ruled her thus lead her to destroying her life. She never knew her parents...
