The true sorrows of life, I kept to myself. I never shared with anyone, for fear of defilement. I considered pain - like joy - sacred. These were mine to enjoy, or suffer.
I figured they came to me for a reason. If God wanted them to know, he would have made it public...
I think of life as one would a possession. It is mine, to do as I please with. Thus, I seldom seek opinion on it. I simply live. One day, I will eat meat, the other I will eat veggies. I will do jeans today, & golf pants tomorrow. I do not require approval or an ovation.
@Honeyfarsafi Please remember Micheal Kihuga. My auntie is distraught. Her name is Rose Nyaguthií and Mike will be buried at home on Wednesday. Third face on the first line.