There I was, wishing that I had been less oblivious, less naive, less of everything that intended to slow me down during that current situation. There I was, wind with rough edges blowing into my hair, just for the sake of messing it up, just to meddle with my indecisive self, clustering up the situation with all of its magnificent strength. I thought, yes, I may be empty but what was left in me was the one thing that kept me going. It was the feeling of honour. Buried deep inside of me, as deep as hell was beneath the Earth. The honour I had was to myself. Self absorbed I may be but unmistakable at the same time. Having that in mind, the tragic yet meaningful event that woke the honourable feeling lifted itself into the air just like a balloon lifted by the helium gas in it. I was a person who never gave up, in whatever situation. My life has had too many downturns, yet I am still the most optimistic pessimist. They say phrases and quotes are just ordinary words but I feel that they are far from being just the run of the mill. Since I was younger, I have been trained to believe in these phrases, "things happen for a reason" and "blessing in disguise". Whenever an atrocious event happens, those two carry me back up, high up above the skies.
To be continued...
*Sorry guys, I lost my inspiration.