Take me back to when the world was peaceful. Take me back to when I had no worries and nothing to think of but just to eat, drink, and sleep, but then life happened and I became an adult.
Being an adult can be difficult, especially in a world full of uncertainty. I choose my values, and no matter how life throws its baggage at me, I wasn't going to compromise. Nobody told me life could be this hard; if I had a glimpse of a word of advice or experience from guidance, I would be more prepared with my armor of weapons.
I happened to meet my boss, who made my stay with her miserable, and all I get from her is that I miss you; I wish you're here; I wish you stayed more. Fuck her misses who cares. Just because I quit, she remembered the values I upheld for her firm. That moment when you try all you can to make things work, all you get is criticism that you aren't good enough.
Life still goes on, and business will keep moving. I looked at her with a fake smile; my memory lane with her wasn't worth it. She looked at me, offering another chance to work with her. I chuckled at her offer. I'm done with that expectation of my life; I wasn't going back to work for her anymore. On the other hand, I was struggling. I was struggling to understand what life had in store for me. I looked into space with tears rolling off my cheek. I was tired of trying and failing. I don't think I can do this anymore.
As much as I wanted those days, life was at peace with me. But now it seems they are all against me. I cried, after which I picked up my pieces where I left them and forge ahead. Most nights, my pillow is drenched in tears, praying silently that this crossroads will come to an end. If the moon goddess could hear my silent turmoil, a heavy burden I carry on my shoulder, Walking down the street, I give out the sweetest smile to people I come across, like everything is okay.
There are no two ways; life goes on. No one cares about your struggles, the hard truth I got to know. Try and keep trying, even if it gets tougher. Hold on, cry as much as you can, and get back to trying every day. My consolation every day.
I have walked down the road of giving up, but I am filled with agony and regret. How do you feel when you try doing something but it doesn't work out, but then it becomes harder and harder each time you try? If you had a similar experience, you can share in the comments section how you pulled yourself out of it. It seems I'm losing my mind each day.