My strong belief for love has been put on a test. Life is all
about making yourself happy and peoples around you being happy with you. Being
genuinely truth, I felt as if like I’m trapped in a rat-race. Though the dream
seems far fetch but I’m chasing hard.
What’s your definition for love?
“Is love being happy for the other person when they are
happy, being sad for the person when they are sad, being together in good
times, and being together in bad times. Is love the source of strength or
source of a heavy drag-down”
This race can be a tiring one, the reason that keeps one
going was the trust that was built. You’ve chosen to believe that you’ll have a
future with a particular person, believing that things would get better as it
goes.
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does
not boast, it is not proud, it is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not
easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but
rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes,
always perseveres.”
Being at the bottom of life at age 27, it makes me cherish
my decision and choices preciously. If only I could have a time machine now to
allow me to turn back time.
I am strength-less to move forward, I wish the world could
stop just right now.
