The road ahead seems like a never ending abyss of darkness, I’ll never know when the twists and turns would force me to change course or even stop altogether until I get there. When I turn to my rear-view mirror, blurry images of incidents and mishaps are all I can see, carefully bringing to mind all the dents and scratches across my body. Every memory brings back the pain these dents and scratches brought; every memory brings back all the frustrations that somehow I have to live with these pains for the rest of my life; every memory kills my every chance of having that pure and innocent smile of my childhood back on this face but still I look back at the mirror. I look back time and time again even though the pains grow higher every time, even though such reminiscing brings me to tears. Why, I always ask, do I have to live under such circumstances? Don’t I deserve better?
The questions are often left unanswered. With every tick on my clock of life, new dents and new scratches appear and the vicious cycle of frustrations continue after which new questions arise, why am I still pushing through when I know for a fact that I would have new painful memories to add to my archives of blurry images? Why am I stupid enough to traverse the dark abyss in front of me? I may not have the answer to such queries but still I find myself moving forward one twist, one turn at a time.
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