I wonder how long it has been. Have I not been feeling anything to pick my pen again? Am I left with so many unanswered questions which made me forget where I started? It feels like something is missing in me or have I forgotten what I was capable of?
I promised myself that I won’t change my beliefs; I will remain pure and not lose my sanity. I will continue to trust, after every night there is a brighter morning. But I wonder if it’s the same me. As I look around I see people who want to start fresh but they don’t have that innocence to believe like a child or love unconditionally. We all are observing, judging, looking for that one ray of hope which will give us the sign to move ahead and conquer it all. May be not just with love this time but with trust and respect.
I’m not brave as I was at the start, but I am taking all the courage I am left with to rise again, to bring all that I missed out, to bring that good which is left in very few of us.
