Some people get some sort of fragility after the loss of their parents or cherished ones. But I’ve always had this fragility, not because of losing any of my beloved ones, but because of having them… I don’t know what is it with me; the more I live, the more I step back, the more I fear loving and having new people in my life; thinking that I might be losing them someday… I think it’s not right, but it’s a fact… I’m so paranoid… thing is, when I love I love too much, I care so much…
I guess there is a story behind each existing soul, and each short story is the story of a human being lost in the labyrinth of life, sometimes it’s happy, but usually it includes losing beloved ones, and everything that seems to be precious. Most importantly, I feel sad that some don’t end up finding the true way. Way out of the dark paths into the light. The light of God… the One and Only, He’s always there, and He has always been there…
MAY HE GRANT US THE PATIENCE TO CARRY ON SEEING HIS LIGHT WHILE LIVING THIS HARSH REALITY OF OUR MORTALITY… AMEN.
I AM MY WEAKNESS; YOU ARE MY STRENGTH.
TRUST IN GOD, NOT IN YOUR TRUST IN GOD.
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