desired

big episode… unsympathetic and agonizing world…

it so hard and demanding the problem in life…similar to odysseys journeying in the ocean giving no chance of hope for him, akin to many humans who feel like there’s no tomorrow…embracing the twist of phenomena in life assuming that there’s no possible solution to grip from but to give up and sacrifice something that they really treasure, they really want , they really love… it is so excruciating to suppose that while encountering the numerous tsunami in life, the presumptions and predictions you’ve been imagining is ineffectual and soon get you bloodily wounded and dyingly survive from blindness.

bravely speaking, i am now convinced that i truly presently come across this state of affair. and i really don’t know what is the right thing to do, what action should i perhaps execute, what probably the most perfect stroke to straightly die away my typhoons… this is my first and hoping my last experience in my growing. and i hate it so much… these are so depressing, tiring, toxic etc. my last resort is just to fold my knees in sacred place and start uttering words in connection with the problem i am passing and try to induce HIM to wash away my heartaches and tear jerking problem…

actually, the typhoon that in truth be told now am surviving is concerning to my family… my heart feels that every time they informing me in relation to the problems we had, my tears cant stop from crying and i don’t feel a space for comfortability. it is so distressing and worrying for me that my parents i presume, cant continue to exist with our unbearing problems. sometimes i cant concentrate of what I’m doing because I’m thinking about their condition. there is one affair that my mind cant forget, it is when my mother got sick and soon confined because of tough sickness. my mother and my father cant heart the sort of happiness. they cant move, they cant work, they cant even think normally.

the most terrible unaccepted event is no one summon to help. even our relatives cant act like our relatives. come to think of it, if you witness the struggle of a man and you have the ability help,does it bother you if you just give at least sum thing for survival knowing that the man is  your relative or really close to you? why is jealousy created? damn it…

i wanna do somethng but i cant because it is impossible because i am far away home.

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