I can feel I am telling you. I am lost in this vast giant world. Please give me hand. Please save me. I feel like I am on a boat, all alone. Its as dark as eyes of mother lost her only baby.
Why I am lost!
Actually it’s my mind who is creating the illusion. He doesn’t wants to tackle the problem. What an irony God gave us brain to solve our huddle however most of the huddles are created by it. Sometimes I feel do I really deserve the sadness struggle I am facing? And you know what my consiousness reply with Yes!. Can you believe.