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The Mystery Of Life
It was the fourteenth of August 2013 when I first bought the apartment. I was sitting in the empty house as tears were rolling on my face. I couldn’t believe that one day I would own a home. I couldn’t believe what I had achieved half of my life journey.
But that was exactly eight years ago. Now I’m all almost done packing. My heart is sinking. Just like this house, my heart is now it’s half-empty. Never I thought that I would leave so soon. Never I thought How many losses in this journey of life: friends and friendship, love and relationship, faith and belief, passion and affection, patience and submission. Never I thought my heart would have broken.
Never would I have thought; pains and sorrow would consume me to the bones. You know nothing you can do but wait for the miracle of time. But time is indeed a mystery. You’ll always wonder how long you’ll stay or leave. What will the future hold? Will you find happiness again? You keep searching.
However, it’s wise and mindful to say that the answers are right here, within you. But how will you get back to embrace yourself if fogs are blinding your path? As for time, it just goes on; keep rolling along. You’ll never go back to the past, but one day if you have the chance to look over your shoulder, you know that you’ll be standing in a better place.
But will you be in a better place? Will wounds and pain be your distant memories as time goes by? It’s…
