Point of difference

Have you experience that moment, where you're ready and willing to give it all up, not that, but you already have nothing left to give up, where you find that moving on and fighting on is no longer something worth it, that you don't see it and your belief waver, where you start to doubt and thoughts of this is just another cycle and things will always.remain.the.same. Where it is at that point, things somehow just starts to fall into place naturally, and keeps you going. Thank you God, for keeping me going.

The silence lasted for days. And, the traveler waited. Perhaps, he hoped, perhaps the author will finish the story promptly. But finally, when the author spoke, He whispered, not yet. I'm not done with your character yet.

And the traveler weary and spent, he asks for this journey to be halted. He pleaded with the Author, be done with writing this story and move on to another.

And there was silence.

Resistance

Dear idealist, perhaps now its time to lay down those arms. Perhaps now its time to reconsider, is it really worth fighting for. Perhaps its time to ask, are we the waiting?

The strain is just too much.

I know i loved. and that I loved fully, deeply, quietly. but now, the end of the road is here. I sincerely regret for allowing myself to be hurt. I no longer can spare such capacity, i need to direct my energy else where. Where it is more meaningful, where it would do the world more good. Dear rabbit, if only i could summon an ounce more of strength i will still keep the race going. But for this race, i just think i couldnt complete it.

Dear God,

it hurts. And i want to hide myself from this.

I dislike that life no longer has an option for me to recede or disappear.

Dear God,

I feel lost. I feel uncertain. That of which i was surefooted on solid ground before felt like waters now. God, lead me, where my feet may fail.

Stars

I would like to bring you out of town someday, where we would gaze at the untainted night sky, at the stars, and talk. About our fears, our dreams, our crimes, our secrets and about God

Whoever you will be. Someday.