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A Thousand Years 🌷
"look in my eyes, i promise you'll live every day as thousand years and soon we'll meet our maker beneath the seraphic skies"
I don't know whether there is something known as destiny or any god's plan, yet my faith dangles in the canyon of ambiguity, but then there was one individual who made me believe in God's plan..
It's the beginning of spring, there's a cool breeze saying farewell, and the aromas of blossoms all around make it feel like heaven is near, but I'm down on my knees. I look over to the streets near my Ward's window and feel like there are no sorrows. I wish I could say it, but perhaps not in this life. I stare at everyone in slight discomfort from my broken arm, but it's nothing compared to the misery I've been experiencing for the past few months. Every hour, a thought arises in my mind: "End it all." But then I recollect something a father told me years ago.
"Never end the precious years of your life, always remember there are people that are sobbing for every new day, every new hour, every new minute.
Just like any other day, I opened my journal and wrote about today's events, only to realize that it was already over. Never in the last 7 months have I written anything about myself being joyful. Anyway, I'm used to it. I stroll past...
I don't know whether there is something known as destiny or any god's plan, yet my faith dangles in the canyon of ambiguity, but then there was one individual who made me believe in God's plan..
It's the beginning of spring, there's a cool breeze saying farewell, and the aromas of blossoms all around make it feel like heaven is near, but I'm down on my knees. I look over to the streets near my Ward's window and feel like there are no sorrows. I wish I could say it, but perhaps not in this life. I stare at everyone in slight discomfort from my broken arm, but it's nothing compared to the misery I've been experiencing for the past few months. Every hour, a thought arises in my mind: "End it all." But then I recollect something a father told me years ago.
"Never end the precious years of your life, always remember there are people that are sobbing for every new day, every new hour, every new minute.
Just like any other day, I opened my journal and wrote about today's events, only to realize that it was already over. Never in the last 7 months have I written anything about myself being joyful. Anyway, I'm used to it. I stroll past...
