Someone, somewhere, someplace is living their dreams – despite all odds. Can that someone perhaps be the one whose soul right now is dried and shrivelled up?
Like a bug caught in a tangled mess, I wistfully watch the life pass by; I watch the birds take flight as I am unable to even touch my sole to the ground.
Frustration builds up like a bubble, only it doesn’t seem to burst. “But frustration is good,” I had once heard. “It might drive you insane, but it will also drive you towards change.”
So I attempt to carry the weight, knowing and hoping that it won’t be for long.