At some point of my life, I stop believe at anything and everything. I think too much and take too much of people who talks and thought of what I do and what should do. In the end, I loose hope and leave everything unsettle because no matther what I do, never pleases anyone and everyone. Each thought of what people give just only create more conflict to me and them. No one is truely right, yet everyone forces me to believe what they believe. Still they quarell amongst them to state each rightfull idea. And in the process, I fall down in the midle of the road. Refuses to get up, while all the mouth who talks about rightousness decline to support me and back me up. And now, after I dive deeper on my memory, my sins and my darkside. I found a tiny spec of particle like dust whats called a HOPE. Trembling with fear hidden inside a remnant of my broken and lost heart. After all of what lost in me, my hope is still shining never leaving my body after all. Now I start to believe again. Not for the sake of others, but my own self. Not to pleases others, but for my own self. Im starting to believe again. I WONT STOP BELIEVING. I WILL BELIEVE FOR MY OWN SELF. I believe what I believe I do. I AM BELIEVING MYSELF AND FOR THE HOPE THAT I HOLD.
Posted on: Thu, 01 Aug 2013 03:10:15 +0000
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