Painful Imprints

Life is continuity

Can you blame impartial fate for the slaps in the face? Can you blame it for the walls in front of you? You stumble on your road. You hit the bare walls. Then the night comes, and here come the nightmares. A labyrinth that presses you from all around.

A friend leaves. Numerous reasons. Unreasonable. There’s no logic in betrayals. There’s selfishness. Your friend says, ‘I had no choice!’

How can you believe in this?

There is no use to cry. But you cry. Sometimes, tears help. They are a relief.

Perhaps this life is like an accidental gunshot — And the aim is on your forehead. But it seems, your head is pretty hard! Maybe, your fate is a bit merciful Because it is time to give your back To those who put you in trouble!

Just take a breath! You need this life-giving breath! Put a scratch on this topic.

This is just one more painful imprint.

Nothing starts with the first day of the New Year. Everything has its roots in the days before it. Life is continuity, but there is nothing wrong with some liquidation. It helps. It gives some clearance in the thoughts.

New Year is a small hope that we all will become better.

Thank you for reading, and let me wish you all the best in your life.