I thought I have always tried my best. But it seems that my best now isn’t good enough to meet the demands of any reality. It’s like walking a lonely road—an empty street of the broken dream. Like two and a half decades ago.
I thought my head has always guided me along. But it seems that my head now doesn’t have good reason to answer my question of any actuality. It’s like in unrecoverable ruins—a senseless spirit, a wounded motivation. Like twenty five years ago.
Ya Rabb, if the end of this road is my defeat, then lead me to lose it well. Lead me to keep myself unbending, so my faith can hold even stronger. But if it’s the opposite, then let the force be with me. Let me recover and regroup my integrity, so this life can shine on even brighter.