Often, it happens, that you feel hounded my difficulty, surrounded by worries, with an empty box of solutions. It’s as if, all of sudden, the world has turned against you, and like a handful of sand, everything is slipping out of grip – the tighter you hold on, the faster it cascades away. Minutes start to feel like hours, days start to feel like years – it’s as if life has slowed down to emphasise the difficulty you are in. You see people leave, dreams shatters, hope fade, and the sun disappear.
Yet, the most difficult situations make the most beautiful warriors. The hardest battles sculpture the strongest warriors. The people who leave, leave for the betterment of you – not them. The dreams that shatter rearrange themselves into better. The sun returns – oh it always does – but only when you have completed creating your own empire. It gets better – time returns to you what you lost, it all comes back one by one — but you had to lose it all first. Merely, it could be, that the wrong people were leading you away from your destination.
