You live a lonesome, sorry life. You hate what is happening to you, and you know you cannot live this way forever. Yet, you bear it. Accept it. Suffer and continue to live on.
Mute. Patient. Forgiving.
Tolerance was your middle name.
You were waiting for the day to come when you would not be so sad and everything would be all right, if not great. You embraced all that fate swept in your way. Your life was just another story.
Today it has all changed.
You, from deep under the oceans, want to look up to the sky.
You, from under the deepest pits, want to raise your wings and fly away to the distant horizon sparkling red and silver.
The well and pond that you proudly called your world, now seems too destitute and inadequate.
Frustrating, you claim.
Your life is horrible, and you cannot live it anymore, you say today.
Oh what have I done to you!!
Have I shown you the way to be free and happy without knowing that it is nothing but an illusion for you? A distant dream that shall never be yours…??
Should I be glad that I made you see a new way to lead a better life, or shall I be guilty coz you will never be happy in your old life again?