Along the passage which I’d travel through time, I’d attempted to lay the blame on almost anything and everything which materialized on earth. Agreed. Everything, except for myself.
In a way or another, life is always fair. And right enough, someone was sent to revive lifeless thoughts in my terribly disturbed mind, back then.
Always bearing the similar view in mind, i didn’t come to realization that every twinge was meant to be an unspoken blessing in disguise.
If it wasn’t for the excruciating moments, I wouldn’t grow to be who I am, writing poems like ABC. If it wasn’t for those times, I wouldn’t appreciate the everlasting joy, which no amount of cash could buy.
It’s just a BLESSING IN DISGUISE.
