Blagag!

Here I am to where I think I am happy. Here I am to the direction I wanted to go. But, still I am left with a broken spirit shattered to a thousand shards scattered in all directions.

Just when you think you recover from one near fatal blow to another, you are confronted with the aftershocks and a fresh batch of setbacks and barriers as if it wasn't enough. You are brainwashed to the truth that the sunrise exists for a blazing, darkening sunset. And you just have hope to keep you going. Never knowing to what lengths it would take you.

And still you fall face flat on the floor. And still you forge on. and on. and on. Thinking that beating yourself with a nice and sturdy baseball bat clenched in your fists feels better. Or maybe not.