First Steps

Sadness
It eats us from the inside until there is nothing left of us. The causes? We choose them. We choose whom of them can reach and pierce the deepest part of the soul. Then they go on and slice us open once they get there leaving us bleeding and desperate to get everything back and turn back time. What is it with being broken hearted that made me want to give up? Which part have I lost grip of what I have always held on? What was my mistake?

Reality
It slapped me in the face when I started turning away from her. My mother who sat patiently while I ranted about how bad my day was and my life was, at present, a hell. Then she spoke and asked me questions that she knew I could answer. She knew that I can figure things out, like how everyone can in the troubles of life.

Will
I can do this I know that I can. I will not give up on that girl who dreamt that she will become a millionaire. And the other who planned to write a book, meet her prince charming and be swept away. I will never get tired of loving and living. I must make the most of the things that surround me.