Another thought.

Sometimes it's hard to complain about life. It hurts you so much that it makes you too numb to even sense the pain. To smell misery. To feel the teardrops falling from your eyes. To hear the sadness flowing through your soul. To know what melancholy tastes like. To touch the endless stack of hurtful memories gathered at the bottom of your heart. And to finally realize that everything happens for a greater cause.

My Thoughts

During one of those bad days when everything you have put together for your whole life seems to break apart, your heart becomes a burden for you to carry. As if tons of pounds have been attached to it, the red chunk of muscle throbbing away at the core of your body weighs you down. Everything around you shatters like a fragile piece of glass breaking into million tiny fragments.
At those times, you need to trust someone. You need someone to believe in, someone you can share your darkest secrets with. Someone who you at least need to pretend knows everything about you. Someone whom you can cry to without the least hesitation, or without the pricking feelings of being ashamed. Someone who you can always turn to.
Sometimes, it all makes me crave for going somewhere where I could be alone with my God. Away from all those mists of confusion, away from the unruly mankind.
At least in my heart, I know God will always be there for me to listen to my sorrows; to guide me to light.