THE STORY OF MY LIFE.
The tears rolled down my eyes as I walked the dark street that night. I took the right turn that led to the house of a friend that I was going to see by default, I had been to that house many times, morning, afternoon, night, so I could walk there with my eyes closed.
Though I was walking to her house, my mind was focused on one thing, and it was this that brought tears to my eyes. What made it worse was that there was no way I could change it.
If I was the only one suffering from this act I could bear it, but I wasn’t and that made it a lot worse. My hands went instinctively to my eyes to wipe off the tear that hung midway on my cheek.
Everything just doesn’t seem to be normal, was the normal thing not for tears to flow freely from your eyes and slide all the way down your cheek, why was mine hanging, or wasn’t it?
I was close to the house I was going, about two buildings from the house, now, I can’t even remember if I eventually arrived at my friend’s place or not, in fact I don’t remember all that happened between the time I was two houses away to the time I was once again on my way back home that night.
Did I turn back or did I really get to their house, I’m not sure. My mind was clouded with guilt. I was getting depressed.
I didn’t think my living was worth anything.
That night, I started thinking of embracing the tag “boy that was born by mistake”.
That night I wish I was never born.
I looked at myself, I was always struggling to get things done. I grew never knowing how to play football.
What even triggered this sort of introspection I was in tonight? I do not know.
We’ll find out tomorrow.
Ever been in this state before, or you know someone who has, I will like to hear from you.
Matthew 6:26 “Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?”