All i can do is hope, even if the odds are against me. Even if i am to surrender my final breath, all I can do is hope. Maybe it is not now or never, or some other life that may or may not be. The yearning to hope and help those along the way from these struggles i may face alone. Perhaps I am to do these things to atone for the things I know not. Perhaps it is just merely the weight of life that I carry to the altar to be given to God. I know not, and there are many things which I do not understand. Questioning what love is, how to live, what to say and giving memories as time takes my life slowly. What memories would others carry from the burdens that are given to me, as the struggles becomes more daunting, letting the devil whisper to me to give in, to give up. In my heart it echoes such desire, but I know that should be not so. It is cowardice to me, to take my own life to my own accord when life itself has not ended. Perhaps it is perseverance, and the willingness to go through this crucible as it destroys my life for me to come out stronger. My love for her will never die, even if it is God's will for her to destroy me. I am under His will, which the world may see it as weakness or a sickness. As the world turns in itself to form what God wants of me. Why listen to the world, for it will just envy. And envy it shall as it tries to destroy my will, my faith and my belonging as a soul lingers into a single thread where dread only wants to take as it is willing to blind those close to me to have me to suffer. To drain me of what I am. Perhaps in the end it is fear that does such, as I am reminded that God continues to give grace to all. Something I deserve not, but grateful that I am. Maybe in this life, happiness will never fall in my life. I have aged, and time is taking me slowly as each grain of sand falls and I can only reach to the heavens to a place I may not belong.
There is this sense of dread every time I fly back home, where home does not feel like home but a battlefield. I try to make sense of things make ends meet and hope for the best while navigating the difficult terrain of this mental anguish that slowly crushes me. When I observe others, marrishe gives them joy, a place they belong a welcoming in which there is an absence. What atrocity have I caused to suffer do much. Death tried taking me thrice and here I stand constantly being accused. Constantly being labeled and often placed on trial over things I have not done. Though I made many friends along the way and lost equal amounts did not account to the constant attacks from distrust that one chose to believe over truth. Her way is punishment. And the marriage often being destroyed because there is a need for her to do so, yet i am blamed. Any actions she takes it is twisted to favor her anxiety which feed her depression often leading her to fall victim to vices of her own demise. Yet it remains to be my fault in her eyes. She continues to monitor, to control feeding into the doubt that denies the truth. Yet I stand in hopes, As she practices unforgiveness. For which falls into unrepentant. What guides the heart is of the flesh, for the soul continues to yearn the memories of the pain. That only serves one's self. When each day He gives is grace, and each day I can only hope, even if it is impossible to do so. Yet I try. Only to break into anger time to time of the heaviness of the burden I carry. And it may put me into the grave. All I can do is accept and forgive and I continue to live in hopes for better days.
@HyunJooChoftg over who follows me is not evidence. so stop. this is embarrassing. i dont even check who follows me, but you obviously do and just over think things and accuse. pretty tired of this, yet you're not hence why else would you continue. you do you
@HyunJooChoftg also, lets not forget you started screaming at me and continued too if you want to clarify how and why it happened. so i'd stop since you did push into the reaction you received. want to keep at it, i'll tell it as is too.
@HyunJooChoftg all assumptions. stop. when the hell will you what you do is destructive. you only think destructive thoughts. you tell me you're working hard in getting work, but this is all you do. I'd delete all these comments and get you things together.