LOST IN THE GALAXY OF SORROW

People often say 'the best is for last', well, if I had known the agenda of my life I honestly would have opted to skip the course and rather enjoy the last part of my days. You would wonder why. After the death of my mother, Angelina Foreign, my heart broke into pieces that I believed could never be reassembled. Melancholy and depression fed off me like little cubs feeding off the lioness, leaving me drained and hungry for happiness. A man, I was not, but I had to begin living by the premise "the downfall of a man is not the end of his life". Post mom era, I began living a life that was in direct contrast to the life my mother had taught me and probably wished I'll forever live. Her absence made me feel like I had lost the lamp to the darkest paths of my life. Hence In me, I incubated peer pressure, self-inflicted pressure, dark addictions, heartbreak and many other obstacles a teenager would face. I was a lost soul. I'd often reminisce of my mother, and afterwards, inevitably begin Seeking routes to happiness but instead finding ways to various problems that would later give birth to my intricate life. An intricate life never yielded positive feelings, so I decided I had to change. I decided that I wanted to be a great ambassador of my mother's name, so I embarked on A journey that was well prepared for, by the boy's talent in the hopes of reassembling the broken pieces of my heart and finally seize happiness.