I am walking on a road. Sweating, sulking, tired. The sun is on its prime. There is no one but me between a long, barren road and a clear, bright sky. The heat is unbearable. The road is all cracked. I want rest. I want water. I want shade. I want to just sit and sulk. But the road provides no such luxury. Life always have its own say on what I want and what I get.
This road provides nothing but a path.
And the journey is strenuous and demanding. Yet I have to walk on. Maybe the sun will set someday. Maybe it will rain someday and this all will get wash away. Maybe someday this road will take a different turn. Maybe tomorrow will be a little easier than today.
Hope – you are a bitch.