Lately, I was in my family's store with my laptop. Sitting on the white tiled floor, guarding the place, writing the ninth chapter of the Adios Cowboy. And there was this old woman approached to buy something. Let's just say, my co-worker, took a handle on it. But as I kept writing, I felt like I was watched. So I looked over and saw her with an enigmatic smile. And it was somehow filled with joy and gladness. She reminded me of someone back then. I could still depict the smile she gave to me, which inspired me to continue. Even though it's hard to walk in the path with only self at your side as a cheerleader. It was a good feeling, it's a great one coming from the stranger. I hope I feel the same flatter every damn day, especially to someone I love the most.
But life is unfair, and we know it. I can still feel the hole in my heart piercing me when I decided that I won't pursue writing at the end of my journey. And the bliss exploited to the person I wished supported me. It's depressing, even if that's not the worst part of my life till the future.
I have a dream, a bookshelf full of the books I'd created, in the room of my office. With the sign of ''writer's writing'' at the front of my office's door. With a broad window showing the great beauty of nature. And I promised myself to accomplish those dreams.