A year ago, I had dreams. Big dreams, somehow unrealistic one even. However, I always had a complete faith in me. I knew that one day I might reach those dreams. But now, I don’t know.
I mean everyday I wake up, I cross my fingers that it’s going to be a good one. A day that I will do something extra, something that will restore that faith in my dreams back again. Just as I walk out from the door, my hopes hit the ground again.
The people I used to laugh with, talk to or even share simple, pure moments with, are no longer there. They are there but we say hellos and byes like strangers now. That if we even came to say them. I think I lost my track but did I? I started double thinking and doubting everything in my life again. Every choice I made. Just it’s too late for me to doubt anything now. People are hoping big of me but in fact I am hoping bigger.
All I dreamed of that all the years of pain, and hard working would finally pay. Pay as much as I worked for them. I think that’s fair, isn’t it? I really wish they would one day.
But after all of that I still have faith, it might have decreased but I still do and I am always trying to keep that way. I don’t want to waste all of my faith in seeing what other faithless people do. Spiteful person, or liar or even the stranger who ones were the nearest to me are no longer there, will never pull me down to the bottom. Even if they did, remember that always the bottom is the least you can get, the only way left for you to go by then is up.
It all depends on you. Do you want to stay at the bottom, or rise?
Always welcomed to the corner,