You hold on a string of hope. You tie yourself to the sweet memories. You know how things will end, but you know better that you should keep doing what you are doing. Hoping and having that slightest faith that is inches from slipping away, and appreciating how the sweet memories make you smile.
You thought of doing things differently. Perhaps forgetting everything and refreshing the boring routine of your ways of thinking and taking life in. But this kind of different just did not work, at least for you, you told yourself that. So you went back to the same old road, just thankful. No complaints, no regrets.
Because complaining means you are not grateful and regretting means you are not learning.
- Filzah. R
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