Heaven is falling
But Like most things in life, they don’t last long. It doesn’t happen all at the same time, it is gradual. And then one day….it’s all gone.
Life too doesn’t escape the temporary nature of everything. It will too fade away like everything else. Every day is another step away from life. Life is hard, there is no going around that. No one can escape that.
I lost everything because I made bad choices based on limited information and pleasure. But it’s always bad that feels so good.
I've created my own living hell on earth, what do I do?
I was there packing my things in the card boxes with tears in my eyes. Then the moment of realisation sets in, “my life is actually falling apart”. I am moving out of this apartment, starting a whole new journey.
But like most things in this multi-universe it never happens all at once, its incremental, day-by-day, decision-after-decision.
Holding onto hope. I had no idea how much the word “hope” would become even more tangible to me but I found myself submerse in it.