My classmate once said, "My life just goes like this: Wake up. Sleep. Wake up. Sleep." She saw life as colorless material. It didn't have a meaning. She felt like, a person would come into her life just to pass by. So, she thought that she wouldn't have to get attached to something or someone that would just soon leave her.
At that time, I wasn't able to grasp this thought. But when my life revolves to the responsibilities I have to carry on every single day with my family, my mind got so occupied with several thoughts. Out of the sudden, I thought, "What's new?" "Everything is just the same." I was terribly disappointed that I saw myself empty and somehow lifeless. I hated this feeling. I felt like I was forever trapped in the cycle of despair and desolation.
I was always calling someone with a voiceless speech. I almost regretted this very day I stand today. "Who could ever save me from this great unexpressed grief?" I thought. "Who could ever fill in this vast hole I created in my heart?" I pondered.
No one could ever put me out of the cycle, unless someone breaks it. I am still holding on to my only hope. I still wait for God to find me in the midst of the darkest road. He is the Savior I always look up to after all.
"There is a season for everything." I remembered.
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