There is something sad about being alone. Having no one to count on or confide to. To think that there is no one strong enough to bear my burden. I know it’s my defence mechanism to think that but I couldn’t find solace to share when I couldn’t define what I am looking for. I couldn’t even want to hold on things that once had brought joy.
Have I stopped dreaming? Have I succumb that all these are superficial? Am I blinding my own self? Or I am simply afraid to try harder, lay my heart on the line, willing to believe I will make it if I ask and claim?
I can have it all. Contentment, peace, joy, laughter, accomplishment, adoration, leadership, inspiration, success, wealth, friendship, love, pleasure, exploration, surprise, and getting over pain and coming back stronger, humbler, wiser, kinder, changed for the better every single time. Claiming it.