Left inside Pandora’s Box - Espoir
I have always known that there is hope in the midst of failure, contagious anxiety and in the smell of garbage every morning. Somehow, I’m slowly losing it. Talking to one of the people I admire and aspired to be made me realized that the world is unfair and that passion is not enough. (Maybe because he was speaking out from his mind but not from the heart.) I don’t know. I love that dream with all of my heart. It is dear to me because it is the only thing I have in the world and somehow others tend to steal it away from me. Power and influence is my greatest enemy. I have lost direction. Where do I go?
I shall go where there is hope yet again.
