One day, a few months ago, I woke up and realized that I was on the road to somewhere I didn’t want to be in.
28th January 12
I was going to do the same thing twice thinking it was going to end differently. I felt trapped, and suffocated. I could practically feel my back breaking from all the weight of all the lives I could have lived. I didn’t know what else to do, so I prayed.
I prayed for hope. I prayed for a chance. I prayed for a change. I prayed, and on days when that didn’t feel enough, I asked a few friends to pray along with me. After all this, I remembered that prayers won’t work until we do. So I got up, and convinced myself that I had to jump and trust that things will fall into place.
