I’m sorry, I’m not strong enough…
Perhaps, I write this only for myself, for at times, it’s so unfiltered, so unaccommodating. But to the single reader, the first half of this piece is heavy, and sometimes, such things are too heavy to consider. If discouragement is too high a cost for encouragement, it is okay to start from the latter half – from ‘…thank you, may I believe…’
The Cement in our Eyes
When our eyes are so hardened, hope becomes an illusion. For whatever lies beyond the horizon becomes predetermined in our concrete sight.