The yr has proven to be nothing short of drama, at times, endless. It seems.
Probably believing and having faith when you almost have none, is the only viable option remained. And even worse, when you know that you are being harshly judged by others, who can only see what is happening on the outside.
Perhaps, maybe we know, that the worst has thus happened. And now, faced with that reality, that is what we are dealing with on the inside. It is tiring to be tired, but despite being drained, probably, this is the yr, I will remember distinctively. Isn't it just human nature to remember the bad things easier than the good ones? Some may say.. but I juz feel that, for now, let me always remind myself of the good times, regardless how little they were.. if seemingly, they are only what morphine would be to those dying in pain.
They say you can't be brave, if you've only had wonderful things happening to you. I guess, I am heroic now.
{the riddle of red}
