After weeks of dry and sunny days, rain has finally arrived and
it has also brought so much confusion in my life, which eventually turned my
warm room into to a place full of turmoil - I hate to be in a position where I
know nothing about the future.
Perhaps, I should say, the uncertainty is
explicitly killing my mind and by the day I feel weaker and weaker! I've been
told so many times, that I should take it as it comes, but for god sake, my ambitions,
my willingness to fight and that desire to be....
While I’m writing this post I
can loudly hear like heavy raindrops bombarding my window – I must immediately stop
typing and see all those infinitive raindrops that fall from a place I know
little of! They fall to their destination as if they had a purpose or a meaning
to their short but meaningful trip. I wonder, perhaps we are like the rain. On
a voyage to a place we know little of hoping to make the best of what we have.
Buonanotte!
