In a lost world

Waking up every morning is a blessing, we close our eyes with plans or thoughts about the next day while most times forgetting about the uncertainty of us having the ability to open our eyes. Each second we go about our activities and each second that we use might be our last. Everyone knows we'd all die one day,but we don't know when, I dare say most people will give anything to know the very hour we'd die so that we can plan towards the future.

Imagine living in a community where the certainty of the next day grows slimmer each second, where the country keeps growing insecure and poor. Where security is starting to become a thing of the past and value for life is a myth. A country where it's easy to get frustrated, it's easy to lose hope in life, it's easy to forget the blessing that each day brings, it's easy to forget the Joy of life.

Imagine how people live in illusion, people living in disdain wondering why anyone would want to end it all, condemning people who actually end it all. The hypocrisy of it all, we all have different threshold for different things, we all have the same misfortune the country brings affecting us in different ways and different ways of adjusting to it. Some people are unlucky to have other personal things to sort out, other personal issues to deal with.

We all feel overwhelmed sometimes, we feel lost, we feel alone living in an empty world. It's ok to feel this way, no one knows what each person is really going through, even though we live on the same earth, we live in different worlds. We just have to find that little bit of hope to get through each second, and when that hope is gone, we hope that we'd find the strength to go on regardless.