PONDER

It feels like a fallen leaf trapped in the middle of the road because of the rain. The wind cannot move me. Or it could be like a piece of wood being drifted in the ocean with an uncertain direction. There is no way to oppose.

I am lost.

here in the middle of the tangles I, myself wove. I thought I was making my own ladder towards the heavens. Where am I? Where is my fate? Where are you plans God? I thought you chose me because I cannot choose.

Or maybe, I just need time. I must embrace optimism, read more or just pursue...