myself losing friends. Family. And everything else that eventually I have nothing left. Not because they are dead, but rather because they despise me. They do not forgive me for my mistakes. And now, I am an outcast.
My feets are trembling. I am losing hope, spirit, motivation, even my will to live. I still have God, but even without friends to help, I am nothing. I pray to God, hoping that I will never have to suffer too badly for what I’ve done.
My feets are trembling. I lose my path. I lose my purpose. I don’t know where to go. Somehow, things have become blurry. My paths are not certain anymore. I cannot choose. If there were a choice to not choose, maybe I will take it.
My feets are trembling. God already helped me got through this, and I must not disappoint Him. Right now, I am standing in front of an intersection. Left or right, it matters little. As long as I try my best and believe in God’s capability, I have nothing to fear.
…Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.—Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken
via Daily Post: Tremble