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Broken And Spilled Out...



Broken and spilled out....these are the words that would best described my life. I'd reached my saturation/boiling point and I'd burst like a bubble. But who would have noticed? Who would have cared? I guess no one. For in this world, nothing lasts forever. The truth in a saying prevails: "Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone."

Whether we like it or not, we are alone in this crazy life. These are my reasons:

1. Even if we believe in God and have put our hope on Him, our human nature betrays us. In one way or another, the feeling of depression will try to soar through our inmost being.

2. Faith without work is dead. Even if we pray for ourselves and for others, action must be done.

3. Nobody stays beside you. Yes! We had bunch of friends, ever-supportive family, and a loving boyfriend/girlfriend. But there are times when you can't borrow their shoulders. They have their own lives to wrestle too.

4. We're on our own. Every human being is unique in his/her own way. Situations and advises are different from everyone's perspective. What's applicable to you may not be effective to some. So, you've got to figure out what's the right thing to do.

For now, there's nothing I can do but to hope and pray ( a constant advice from john). I can't way to see the end of this tunnel.....

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Pallavi said…
I love this image of spilled things..says a lot to me; things happening as if something just just dripped from your mug, but nothing of depression... more like events making d day a bit more intersting..
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