When we talk about wishes, we believe. We believe that there’s hope. For those that have faith, they surrender everything. But how about for those that have lost hope? What then? Will they be forever miserable? Knowing that what they hope for will never come? What they believe in will never be realized? I just wonder how long should we suffer in silence till we rejoice upon learning that everything is worth the wait.

Can’t everything be normal? Can’t we be happy always? Can’t we enjoy life as what we envisioned it to be? Why does everything have to come with conditions and complications?

I wish I was still a child so that all my wishes will be granted.

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