Being Lucky
Few people are just born fortunate; inheritances,
credentials, skills, opportunity, love and so on. Keep adding adjectives. You love
someone fight for her with families and when everything was almost poised you
realized that it’s gone. You question yourself; was it everything you were
fighting for? Dreams smashed, bruises of pass by days snatches the complacency.
Not on your tintype……………………………..and
it’s over now. You were making castle in the most beautiful part of your world
and sooner you find yourself adjunct in the end of the world.
You repent over and over again; being good was a
choice but not the option. Life slams the door and darkness prevails.
Justifying good self; and demeaning other’s shortcoming.
Life isn’t good as it presumed in books, psalm and
in dreams. It’s like a computer game that cheats when you are almost about to
finish and to reach to the next level.
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