I'm beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
After fighting for so long, I'm finally giving up.
Burning inside, being devoured while trying to fight the good fight...
I think my emotions are giving in.
They're finally realizing that I'm only chasing nothing but a dream. It's been a year, and it's time to let go.
As much as I feel like blaming God for making my life so miserable compared to other people, I know for a fact that there are people praising him in far more worse conditions.
As much as I feel like not talking to him for allowing such a thing to happen, I cannot. My heart might have been broken a few times, but it's incomparable to those whom had broken families and still could worship him.
It all boils down to this : Did God create me for the very purpose that I might enjoy life and have everything happened the way I wanted it to? Was I created to get everything I wanted, to experience all the high's of life ? Or was I created for a purpose in which suffering was required to fulfill?
Right now, it's killing me inside to just let everything go like this. To be told hurtful things as if it was nothing like this...
Maybe it's because I allowed my pride to grow a little too much, and killing it is beneficial although painful.
Life, I hate you.
Come on some car please hit me while I'm walking to tuition please.
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