On the rocks

This is how the year ended. With bare feet on the rocks.

It’s all been said, it’s all been lived before. We know. But well, this is our time around; and we’re not spared, neither the happiness, nor the misery. Try to think about it for a while: what if, everything IS in vain?

Quite a hard hypothesis to digest, isn’t it? Yet, I’m sure we’ve all been there. Hitting the ground, doubting our choices have been the right ones, not knowing how tomorrow will look like. It’s our innermost believes that either give us a hand, or work against us. But it’s the people who love us, who really pay for our redemption.

I used to belive I was strong; and I was. But the time has come for me, too, to fall and not have the strength to raise up on my own. Or has it been always like this, that there’d been people who’ve carried me through, and I’ve failed to see it so clearly before?

We’d better stand behind who we are, behind what is it that we’re hoping for with all our hearts and minds. Because when our feet start to bleed, this belief will be the only thing that we’ll make us take one more step.