It was All Soul's Day.
It was a day meant for remembering and praying for all loved ones who apparently left the earth for good. But on that very same day, my own soul left me. It was not good, it was very ill. It was as if nothing remained for me, my wholeness, my everything.
I feel empty.
I don't cry. I decided not to. But that doesn't me I'm not hurt.
I think I feel envy circulating through my veins but I always claimed that I'm not.
I did not complain nor blame anyone, especially God.
I did not know where to start and how to face each following day knowing that I failed.
Yes. Indeed. I failed.
But that doesn't mean I'm a failure myself.
I disappointed everyone, always and I am well aware of that. I know my shortcomings yet I'm wise enough to cover it with good(fake) deeds.
And then I stumbled with reality, more of reality thrown a huge rock at me to wake me up.
I decided to get up on my own feet and face the coming obstacles with intellect and vigor. I tried to recollect all my desires and positive vibes to be able to plan on things wisely.
Yes. Indeed. I trip down on my own journey.
But that doesn't mean I will give up on my own dreams. I fell yet I will remove the dirt on my knees and stand up proudly, even better than before.
I have them. Family. Friends. Most especially
GOD
I have Him so I won't waver. I have Him so I know I am in good hands. I have Him so I know that all plans He have for me is for my own good.
He is indeed great.
It is truly Jesus Christ's Day.
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