Writings on a Wall

Have you felt it? That something out there robbed you of something?

I used to blame that something too until I realized that they had taken nothing from me.

They — I don’t know what “they” is, and I don’t know anything to assume. A God if you are a believer or if not maybe something ungodly that holds power and control over all of us.

It is not good or bad. Something in between both. It is what it is just like all of us.

Things are always coming for us. Things are how we see them. Most often, things are just how we feel.

I don’t know the whole truth—if such a thing exists. All I know is mine. I cannot fully understand yours even if we are able to speak of it.

Pain and love are both double-edged. The first makes you see gifts as arrows shot at you and the latter makes you grateful when they hit.

May the heavens grant me unending patience, I need it.

To make use of what they gave — A chance to bet my life on my choice.

Life is the only thing real thing we all have anyway.